Their eyes are filled with determination
Their voices are loud as they scream for your blood
The sound of hoofs approaches from yonder
Your footfolk soon trampled to pieces in mud
The earth is trembling, it mimics your fears
The vengeance of souls of the HolyTree
Hopes flee from you like towards you our spears
The rise of the Savage Day, our destiny
Our hate is so strong, it could light up a torch
A torch for the christians, in flames they shall die
The flames are our allies, your buildings: their prey
By daybreak not one that shall point to the sky
Cursed be your bones, and cursed be your feet
A banishing ritual done with an axe
Our fields shall not be desecrated again
Hostile blood flows in the depth of it's tracks
Dozens of bodies are dumped in the woods
The scent of their blood it shall call to the wolves
The stench of converters will hail the new dawn
Their treacherous bones shall be gnawed upon
The earth is trembling, it mimics your fears
The vengeance of souls of the HolyTree
Hopes flee from you like towards you our spears
The rise of the Savage Day, our destiny