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The sun is fading into black
The night dictates my way to feel
Cloaked by history's dusty gown
Old myths appear to me so real
From the ruins, ancient shadows crawl
To greet the dawning day
Never heard of, never noticed
The sunlight soon wipes them away
Out of gloomy, haunted keeps tales were told
But never heard
Stories of forgotten times
But no-one wants to read these words
Fairy-tales of merry dances
'Neath the silver full moon's face
Nothing now remains
But memories of the glorious Pagan days
The Earth Mother's sucklings starving
On her wrinkled bosom lie
A crone in ragged mourning gown
Waiting for her time to die
Children of the mighty ash-tree
World-encircling Yggdrasil
Everlasting leaves have withered
Ageless wood has ceased to be
Sun-God Lug, thy rays were burning
Say, which raincloud covered thee?
Are thy warriors really beaten
By those who love their enemies?
The Horned Hunter sounds the bugle
For all heathens' funeral march
As they pass in chains, with heads bowed
Under Christ's triumphal arch
Subjects to the Pain-Emperor
Servants to the thorn-crowned king
Oppressed 'neath the Usurper's throne
In eternal suffering
An Anthem to those
Who have been nailed to the Cross
And left there for aeons forgotten