The Real Hatred - Spirits Of The Sacred Groves

Raise your mighty hammer.
Beat the battle drums.
War is upon us.
Brutal dissolution.

Bring forth the gifts,
Destined for the Gods.
Woden will accept them,
With great reward.

Thunderous hooves do trample,
Down from the sky,
And from the mortal realm,
We hear a battle cry!

Our Gods of War!
Our Gods of Strength!

Thunor God of Thunder.
Tiw the God of War.
Woden God of All Gods.
Hear our victory call.

We raise up our weapons,
In the name of you.
Saxnōt keep our families
Safe if we shall fall.

Wayland forge us armour,
Blessed by the Gods.
Your swords shall never be broken.
Lead your men to triumph.

Go forth my brothers,
Paradise awaits us.
Praise the Stone Circles,
And the Sacred Groves.

Brutal and unyielding,
Be the warriors,
Fit for our pagan,
Gods of War! Открыть страницу с текстом

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! Открыть страницу с текстом

Rise,
Rise up the sun.
Send yours of gleaming light upon us.

Strong,
Blow the winds.
Guide our ships across the channel to war.

Sharp,
Be your sword.
May it save you from your perils and death.

Long,
Be the night.
So we catch our enemies sleeping and strike.

Brave,
Be your men.
So we may smite them all with impunity.

Solid,
Be your shield.
So you may be protected and invulnerable.

Cold,
Be your heart.
So you shall not falter in the actions of war.

Hail,
All of our Gods.
Let their might and love protect their servants. Открыть страницу с текстом

Secluded,
Surrounded by Spirits,
Bathed in the blood of our sacrifices.
Our Sacred Groves are hidden from view
Of enemies.
But as the forest is razed,
And the Spirits flee,
Our Sacred Groves are cut and twisted,
Until they take the shape of that cursed cross.

Fire rises, trees are dying,
Cut and burned and brutalised.
We must not let this go!
Rise up and save our Gods!

We must not let this go!
Rise up and save our Gods!

In Sacred Groves,
The Spirits dwell,
Amongst the oaks and flowers.
But long ago,
The Groves were felled,
Spirits fled their homes,
And roamed the world.
As their followers were executed,
Crucified and burned,
All in the name of God.
Spirits, I wish you were here right now. Открыть страницу с текстом

Prayers and rituals of days gone.
Lost in time to the march of the invasive God.
Where our ancestors of warrior blood,
Swore allegiance to their true Gods.

Your granite is cracked,
Your grasses overgrown.
But, for the Circle of Stone,
I raise my fist and rally my kin.
Proud Pagans may fall,
But our spirits,

Join the fight,
Reclaim our Circles.
Return to when,
The Spirits bestowed their
Blessings there,
And Woden looked down
From his mighty throne

Circle of Stone,
Your might is beautiful.
Your power not lost on those who know.
Your sacrifices will come,
Warriors who fought for your right,
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Mugwort.
Plantain.
Lamb's cress.
Nettle,
And Cockspur grass.

Mayweed,
and Thyme.

Crab-apple,
And Fennel.

The charm is fulfilled.
A Pagan ritual complete.
In defiance of our enemies. Открыть страницу с текстом