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Of the ancestors shunning the missionaries, and that same spirit in us today. I feel through the ancient sunsets I breathe in the wind and the trees I once had the girl and the hillsides And a fighting family I loved my family And my sword. I think of whoring 'til sunrise I think of the day I will die I know my path is destined I trudge it with a smile I laugh with the beautiful children I cry with the wrinkled hag I cry... Heathen yes I am Heathen yes I will Accept what we are Heathen through our death I don't need your salvation Your god is not for me I once had the girl and the hillsides And my family Take it as read SongtexteDespite what you said I have no need for change I cry... This is my way There's no contest I hail all the gods of the wind and the rain Of pleasure and pain and more I climb to the top of the hillside My beautiful girl at my side I swing my sword at the sky And we cry... Aus Songtexte Mania