The Real Hatred - Hails To The Old Gods

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Hail Woden,
The father,
Of all life.
Your wisdom,
Guides your judgement,
And so to you,
I make this sacrifice.

Thunor,
Thunderous power.
Raining down,
From the sky.
Send your bolts,
of Godly lighting,
Down to smite,
Our enemies.

Tiw,
God of War.
Lead you loyal,
Earthly warriors,
Against the religious,
Colonisers,
From across
The sea.

Long forgotten Gods of Pagan might,
Raise up your soldiers for the fight.
We will fight to expel the usurpers,
And reclaim your rightful thrones.

The wooden crosses burn the landscapes,
Forged from the wood of Sacred Groves.
Smite down the treacherous,
And the betrayers,
Use their flesh as offerings.

Blood will be spilled in Holy War.
Tortured and hunted nevermore.
Old Religion bloody uprising.
Woden protects his loyal servants.

Now, the time has come for you,
To choose your allegiance.
For the land that our forefathers,
Called their home!

Hammer, sword and axe,
Dagger and shield,
Raise them high,
For your Gods,
Fuelled by vengeance,
Will come forth,
Nigh.
To reclaim,
Their stolen land
and crush,
The usurpers.

Long forgotten Gods of Pagan might,
Raise up your soldiers for the fight.
We will fight to expel the usurpers,
And reclaim your rightful thrones.

The wooden crosses burn the landscapes,
Forged from the wood of Sacred Groves.
Smite down the treacherous,
And the betrayers,
Use their flesh as offerings.

Blood will be spilled in Holy War.
Tortured and hunted nevermore.
Old Religion bloody uprising.
Woden protects his loyal servants.

Now, the time has come for you,
To choose your allegiance.
For the land that our forefathers,
Called their home!