"cretan savages"

when the cold night falls and you're far from home, you may hear old voices sing
of the love for battle and its travesties, like viking souls on a restless sea
for all our past must be born again, thus be the way of men
by our gods we choose our bad & good, though judgement's usually misunderstood
for the world is ruled by misguided men, who choose to keep us in hell's pit
and our societies worship royalties in the creed of hypocrit
in god's name we have learned to lie, to gain someone's belief
and if babes are born to an angry heart, gods of war get another start
open minds are necessity, for they help to change old mythologies
without them we can never solve, our fears of change in how time revolves
for the world is ruled by misguided men, who choose to keep us in hell's pit
and our societies worship royalties in the creed of hypocrit
man must learn from all his sides, to make the wisest choice
for life is not to win or lose, but remembering how to choose
yeah the cretan savage is what we are, spawn of our ancient ones
handed down in dream & blood, both enforced by our mother tongues