You might recall the glorydays
Converting heathens by the sword
Burning apostates
Enriching Abrahams horde
Forging empires by the dusin
Make the world your *****
They shall decay
Like the white christs corpse
Gone is all you took
The world shall be free at last
In the halls of the fallen
Can you hear a new song play?
A song of heroes comes from the hall
Vallhalla is open once more
A feast awaits the heroes
The old Gods are ready for war
Prepare your pyres
Though the martyrs won't cry in pain
Avenge the burnt blood of witches
They never died in vain
Swordmaidens and shieldbrothers
Lets draw the battle lines again
Or legend shall shape the future
As we reclaim the world
So stand before me host of angels
For now the valkyries decend
The druids emerge from the forest
Are you prepared for the end?
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC
You might recall the glorydays
Converting heathens by the sword
Burning apostates
Enriching Abrahams horde
Forging empires by the dusin
Make the world your *****
They shall decay
Like the white christs corpse
Gone is all you took
The world shall be free at last
In the halls of the fallen
Can you hear a new song play?
A song of heroes comes from the hall
Vallhalla is open once more
A feast awaits the heroes
The old Gods are ready for war
Prepare your pyres
Though the martyrs won't cry in pain
Avenge the burnt blood of witches
They never died in vain
Swordmaidens and shieldbrothers
Lets draw the battle lines again
Or legend shall shape the future
As we reclaim the world
So stand before me host of angels
For now the valkyries decend
The druids emerge from the forest
Are you prepared for the end?
A poem relating to the death of Christianity and the return of the Old Gods. The future is at hand and I am prepared for it.
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