Upon the Idol of Crona - Saille

Ride on backs of goats

Lured by glory

Towards the home of Nol

To pledge our allegiance

We are nighthaunts, they say

For we thieve at night

We murder and pillage

And we conspire

Against the state and clergy

I abjure god

And the holy mother

And I make vow

An unbreakable oath

To Satan

Ride

Drink

A strange old brew

A method for bonding

That makes us so

Delirious

That makes of us

Buckriders

In blackest of nights

We flock together

In houses and caves

That spawn fear in the bravest

Our rites are unholy

Our future looks poorly

But our loyalty has rarely been seen

Christum Jesum ich Absage

Und dem teufel falle zu

Christi mutter von mir jage

Jetz frey morden stehen thu

I abjure christbastard

And the holy whore

And I pledge

Allegiance

To Satan

Over huis, over tuin, over staak…

En dat tot Keulen in de wijnkelder…

Ride

An oath is sworn

Upon the idol

Of Crona

And of saint-michael

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