Graveland

Raise Your Sword !


2001

1. Till the final Death Run
2. Temple of my Hatred Run
3. W Objęcia Śmierci
 


 
Paganism is a nature of a White Man, part of his consciousness and identity.
It gives him motivation for work. Christianity wanted us to became slaves of
antihuman “worthies”; they wanted us to be humble and poor creatures waiting
for the “Savior”. They want to make us weak and deprived of our natural strength.
Christianity enslaves us with moral bans and instructions, making us believe in a
better world…after death!!! Paganism or rather ethnic, native beliefs and religions
are the part of our nature, part of our racial heritage.
We should be proud of it and use it to become wiser and stronger as our ancestors
want us to be. Paganism is coming back. Soon, we, generation of people who
became the main power of returning paganism, will have our own children.
And our descendants will became the main core of rebirth of ancient beliefs
and power of a White Man.
                                        
Life is an eternal struggle. It is as huge battlefield where weakness means death.
Each move is observed by the enemy. They are waiting for our weak moments to
attack and inflict deadly glow. We should always be ready for attack. Without a
moment of rest getting ready to that moment, training, learning…all these things
ensure our proper development also in different parts of our lives…proper hygiene
and health…which are necessary for our culture, customs, identity and beliefs…
 
 
In the  past a man was a warrior. He was to protect his family, folk and lands...
And nothing has changed during thousands of years...rules are the same.
There are people who would like to change ancient rules but it is impossible.
Those who try to destroy it at the same time try to destroy spirit of a White
Warrior...to make White Nations weak and to feel guilty and responsible for all
poverty, wars, and Evil of this world...this way they want to deprive White Man of
his roots, culture, traditions which were always his strength!!! Ancient beliefs of
our ancestors are the embodiment of laws of war and fight, of Laws of Nature.
 
 
Build your strength on your nation’s experiences. Because your folk’s beliefs,
cultural traditions are huge and deep heritage. They are the history of our identity
and consciousness. They are our destiny. If we open our hearts to things our
forefathers loved and lived for...we will inherit their might and wisdom. Immortal
Pride!!! Life is a duty of fight...dignified representation of own pagan folk, of
White Race and cultivation of traditions our ancestors were fighting for...
 
Today White society needs strong aristocracy to show new challenges. Gods take
care of us but now they are waiting for our move. Eternal fight temper our souls.
Ancient beliefs of our race are Gods’ order...a key to conquer the universe.
Our ancestors lived closer to Gods’ orders. There were more people among them
who belonged to aristocracy. Those people were strong and powerful.
Pagan culture of war and fight molded them. They knew the importance of respect
for Law of Nature...They knew that there was no bigger worth for man than
neverending quest for perfection in fight to protect his own family and folk...
and for woman than giving birth and educating brave sons and wise daughters...
 

Till the final Death

The ones who feed wolves
Arrived at frosty winter
 Their  roars of rage and triumph
 Desecrated the eternal silence
 Waking up ancient powers
 Where war was not known
 In iron armors
 Demons of war and fight
 Raise a song of war
 
Cutting Christian throats
present tense
burning and laying to waste

cursed each death
 We will mark with blood and fire
 The return of ancient

creed of War and Steel
 
 In cruelty we find our strength
 Paying for victory with blood
 Filthy carcass of slaves
 We will leave for scavengers
 
 As I look at my bloody hands
 I swear the day of my birth
 I think about my home

and family that are far away
 But I am beyond the point of no return
 
 And only will of fight remains
 As eternal laws of death and life say
 Eternal call of war
 Eternal pursuit of the enemy
 Till its final death
 
 Cold hatred consumes my heart
 I hate Christ’s slaves
 I sacrifice their blood
 To our Mother Earth

and to Gods of War
 I am the one they are waiting for
 Without mercy
 Barbarian from the North
 
 Always with a sword hardly hold
 In a panzer fist
 Ready for bloody fights
 In pitiless eternal pursuit
 Of human game


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Temple of my Hatred

With rage born of years of Christian slavery
 I destroy symbols of Christian domination
 Falsehood and emptiness I desecrate
 Fight makes me a Beast
 Subhuman are afraid of my name
 I am their nightmare
 
 My blood is Gods’ blood
 Father of my ancestors is my father
 I erect my temple on bloody battlefield
 On wings of my revenge and hatred
 Stained in blood of enemies of my freedom
 My honor is the victory
 I inflict deadly blows to falsehood and traitors
 
 On plain of death and cruelty
 Among Barrows of Beasts of War
 I will erect my gloomy temple
 Temple of War and Chaos
 Proof of my bloody deeds
 Proof of my strength and will
 Statue and symbol of my cruelty
 Where its shadow will spread
 There will be no love anymore
 
 On altar of war and hatred
 I will give my death
 With glory and honor
 I will enter my Father’s lands
 
 I am the one who wakes hidden dreams up
 I am the one who summons demons of war
 I make you warriors, so fight!!!
 May your blood join mine
 In temple of war we will join our strength



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