Salvator Songtext
von Cirith Gorgor

Govern the nations drenched in blood
Witness your public funeral pyre
Govern the nations drenched in blood
All gods, kings and vandals alike
Govern the nations drenched in blood
Keeper of the spark of creation
The flame of flame
Govern the nations drenched in blood
For in the gallows they will soon be hung
This is the moment I ride forth
Accompanied by my sons of Perun
I will fight for truth
Incinerate all
Cast the old world back before their birth
Witness the dawn calling in funeral pyres
All gods, kings and vandals alike
Keeper of the spark of creation
The flame of flame
And in the gallows they will soon be hung
Gears of battle


Shall the heavens be cloven
And the sons of salvation run dead
The Redeemer shall ride fast
Upon before and after him
Burning fire
To water our young hope
Our army now is shivered
Empty oceans are turned to land
Let the heavens drown
We shall keep falling
Darkness of death is stirring
My foot is in motion
With my steady call
All the brethren is riled
And penetrate into the deepest waters
But the voice of the old and old are reared
When my torturous voice reached its malice
Govern the nations drenched in blood
Witness your public funeral pyre
Govern the nations drenched in blood
All gods, kings and vandals alike
Govern the nations drenched in blood
Keeper of the spark of creation
The flame of flame
Govern the nations drenched in blood
For in the gallows they will soon be hung
This is the moment I ride forth
Accompanied by my sons of Perun
I will fight for truth
Incinerate all
Cast the old world back before their birth
In the gears of battle
Shall the heavens be cloven
And the sons of salvation run dead
The Redeemer shall ride fast
Upon before and after him
Burning fire
To water our young hope
Our army now is shivered
Empty oceans are turned to land
Let the heavens drown
We shall keep falling
Darkness of death is stirring
My foot is in motion
With my steady call
All the brethren is riled
And penetrate into the deepest waters
But the voice of the old and old are reared
When my torturous voice reached its malice