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A desolate has passed since the demise of our crown
A tragic end which hecates and predictors wail
But dragons still tranquil in proud heathen hearts

At first they came their most innocent masques
Telling vikings stories about a nazarene whelp
While keeping their swords behind their backs

of Asgard
Engulf the
of Asgard
Reclaim your

They spread their odius thorns all over northern
unfaithful sheeps swore allegiance to them
But some rather
Their craving and megalomania became too
Raping northern soil pagan eyes spawned hate
There where great battles but the were not

The pagans wrath is still alive in our hearts
And the white which still covers us
Will be apart