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Heathen ApotheosisAs travellers in the new forestSearching for the answer, a sacred quest Drunemetron, the worship of oak Where there is fire, there also is smoke! chorus: Heathen apotheosis After ages lost, we rise Heathen apotheosis No stopping, at no price Accused of heresy and witchcraft They knew already better than us Keeping the ancient in mind The fire them did find! chorus. Call us heathen, call us pagan In a world that is dying We will not burn, or be crying Our age is the age of men Our hate is the hate of men |