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I am he who rides the nightfall,
casting shadows o’er the earth
A deathly visage seen in darkness,
judging what each soul is worth
I have spilt the blood of ages,
plaguing human dynasties
unmarked graves of countless children
bring the nations to their knees!

I come bringing death
on winged glory
mercy at an end
I come bringing death

Sulphur burning, raining hellfire
with a word I scorch the land
Endless hordes of evil soldiers
slaughtering at my command
Waves of blood from wounds of Gaea,
flowing from my sword of black
A chalice filled to overflowing,
heady wine of blood and bone

I remember it like it was yesterday, though a thousand suns have passed,
When the men came to my village under a strange sign.
They turned our women into whores, our children into slaves,
And with them came a man who shouted “By this book, you’ll all be saved!”

Now with the passage of time, belief in the ancient gods fades,
Corrupted by the followers of the dollar and the cross
The people’s minds are not their own—Heritage taken when seeds are sown
You can’t even pronounce your name!
Have you no idea from whence you came?

Have you forgotten why your forefathers fought and died?
T’was not for money, or the blessings of a man who lied!
Ideals of honour that lurk deep in every beating heart,
Are under attack-By the children of the lie
That the Church has spoken.

For every maid,
For every child,
For every warrior whose wife has been defiled
If it’s a war they want,
We’ll kill them all!
Under the sign of the horned one they’ll fall!

A chill wind blows through Asgard’s fields
As a hero rests upon his shield.
We weep, but our wearied souls will mend,
As we fill our hearts with tales of his end.
One hundred-twenty of us are gathered here this day,
To send another of the mighty on his way.

This man sailed with Huginn
And made bows from mighty trees,
Another man slew giants
and brought Loki to his knees,
Now they will join the ranks
In the spear-wall
Beneath the roof of shields
At Odhinn’s golden hall!

The tales of our folk,
And our heathen pride
Shall resound through the ages-
As sleipnir ever rides.
Even their sorrow’d deeds
Shall be told with mirth,
While immortal flagons raise
Until the ends of the Earth.

Hail the fallen, tell their tales
Around the fires, over ales
Heroes in honour lie
See that legends never die!

I was walking down the street one night,
The pub was on my left.
I’d ninepence in my pocket for
The spirit I love best.
They’ll put me in the wagon,
And haul me off to jail,
So put me back up on my stool and have another ale!

I staggered to a lady,
My wits so far behind,
There was only one thing running
All through my fev’rish mind,
Her husband fast approached me,
His mood was not the best,
My feet did falter then I fell—
My hands upon her breasts!

He grabbed my by the collar,
With fire in his eyes,
I got so scared I fell again,
My head between her thighs,
He kicked me in the stomach,
Then she began to laugh,
And as I fell away from her
I felt a genuine draft!

The richest of them all came bearing chests of gold
Then came a knight in black-his armor stained in blood.
A stallion bought with hangman’s coin brings the man of greed,
The last a youthful brute of twenty—His eyes a virgin’s end.

“Wassail all ye valouring brave,
Gather to my kingdom fair!
A fortnight from this morrow’s eve,
A test of heroes I declare!
For He who rides to Glory’s table
My daughter’s hand receives,
Become a legend told in fable
The heir to my nobility!”

One from the highlands, his garb trimmed in gold,
One night from the lowest vale and foul deeds untold.
Another so full of greed he’d sell you for your life,
One night fro the maidens, he’d claimed a thousand lives!

With Flags unfurled and lances couched, the cutpurse and the Scot
Did charge across the tourney’s field, but both would meet demise,
The Highland sword did find its mark, but from the brigand’s cloak
Came a hidden dagger to the noble Scotsman’s eyes!

“Wassail…”

The Blaggard clashed with maiden’s hero and fell to woe’s betide,
Though he’d tipp’d his lance with poison, his failure was his pride.
The handsome hero rose to vict’ry, soon to claim his prize,
He called her name in triumph—and her father realized….
Her name had not been spoken outside the castle walls!
The King rose in a fury, and shouted for the guards,
He ripped his taken daughter out of her lover’s arms,
And smiled as the Brute of twenty was murdered for his charms!

What have we lost
what have we gained
from toils in times of grave indignity?
Where are the heroes,
the legends held on high,
born into the world to set us free?

A tempest’s gale from valley shadow blows
ripping into guilded hearts of stone
set your sights toward the eastern sky
and see the fallen kings begin to rise

We are the mighty, the valiant light of days
a hundred ages past the blood of fools
We shall overcome the shadow ‘cross the sea
and raise our banner for eternity

Atop the highest mountain
four men of valour stand
Awaiting Luna’s call to win the day
Gazing to the sky,
the wearied men can see
that hope on fates horizon
has come to set us free!

Hail rained from the heavens,
lightning crashed around,
chasms deeper than the ocean
sank into the ground!
The enemy had fallen deep,
the battle had been true,
and in the light of Luna’s Wake
our Heroes praised the moon!