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A shadow fell upon the north

When to our soil came the cross

The fair lands of our fathers

Did suffer an unimaginable loss

Priests and soldiers took away

Our way of life, our very soul

Our gods they strove to cast out

And no longer were we whole

Our holy oaks were cut down

The white Christ’s churches did rise

Our hearts were now filled with woe

Oppressed by priests and their lies

(chorus)

Blood of the gods

Flows through our veins

With our gods we stand

To forever crush our chains

For centuries we fought the Christ

With every defeat bitter tears we wept

In our hearts still true to our gods

But memory faded and long they slept

Never did they abandon us their kin

In song and story the gods did survive

Even when their worship we forsook

In our blood they were always alive

The wanderer strode the earth no more

Yet he rode with the Wild Hunt as before

No longer the thunderer walked among us

Still his hammer let the thunder roar

(chorus)

Our blood is theirs as theirs is ours

Too strong for Latin prayers to subdue

The white Christ never truly victorious

To our gods our blood always was true

The time of awakening is now at hand

Our gods emerge from their age of sleep

Our swords will sing their names out loud

The time has come for our foe to weep

As long as we draw breath our gods are with us

Their might forever present in our blood

Their glorious temples and statues resurrected

Never again shall we bow to a false god

(chorus)