Wasted Land
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Wind your furious blow stirs up the plain Carry on far away from the sun our raging cries Storm’s conquered our soul, vengeance will lead our arms Raise the banner of New Dawn or wait for yours death Fire, raging fire in our hearts Burning eyes full of hatred contemplate this dying land Where no values dwell, heretic advent From the ashes will rise again the heathen horde World of agony, you will burn at the end Time has come for heathen dawn Rising flames in the night of light We will fight to death because we will never surrender Glory to the horde, marching on throughout the land Which once again has refused to be subjugated Death will strike again, but we will stretch out our arms And we will fight to death because we will never surrender Sea, you roar under the thunder as the rebellion is brewing throughout my land Rain of blood on the horizon Enter the last struggle, destiny is sealed Hear the pagan’s blare in the center of the battle wolfpack is growing, blinded by hatred See the bleeding law of Celtic songs And hail the victorious horde From the past this scream will rise again Pagan in our art Pagan in my heart Honour in our blood and death on tip of the sword Born in a dying land, To die for an empire Hail the heathen hearts, victory will be yours Fight for your lost empire Eternal lords of Celtic lands We are awaiting our advent Endless reign…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
On my land, my heart bleeds for you They tarnish our blood, can’t you see what they do Your past is ashamed, ancestors are disowned But I swear to defend and to die for my old land By fire and sword, we must crush this world Screams of pain will tear apart the sky Follow me or die
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Ce sont les forces de la terre et des vagues irritées Qui permirent à nos pères de combattre et gagner C'est cette vieille colère qui fait notre fierté Toujours lever le fer, ne jamais se plier Le temps est à la guerre, sois digne de ton passé Puise le sang de la terre dont tu as hérité Sois fidèle à tes frères comme l'ont fait tes aînés Et hurle au-delà des mers, la croix celtique s'est levée Nous sommes de fiers gaulois descendant des anciens Des Celtes d'autrefois, Indo-européens Le culte est respecté mais son avenir est sombre Les traîtres ont pactisé, la menace est dans l'ombre Ne plus avoir confiance, seulement envers les tiens Organisé ta défense, la victoire t'appartient Sois fidèle à tes frères, comme l'ont fait tes aînés Et hurle au-delà des mers, la croix celtique s'est levée Nous portons les insignes de vertu guerrières Qui inspire la peur chez tous nos adversaires
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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