Come yonder aryans of the isles
cooked in sycophant lineages to muck and merry
do come running for the stag hunt with twisted heads
bring your hammers of Damocles and your forked tongues
come celebrate in red the Orders of guttersnipes and dance in blood
satiating your sadism and masochism to feel alive and find importance
as in nature you are born in spirit with the cuckoo and magpie
to usurp and steal attired in the cloak garments of the barbarians
get the horns out an blow the rallying call
the mists descend and the seasons of muck raking is yet to go
come wound the scarb and set chaos free
do  Come yonder aryans of the isles
you cannot deny your nature
Loki has no use for peace and harmony and neither do brother aryans
Jerusalem awaits