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In the dark the loyal gather

To pay homage to the gods

Secretive in shadows hidden

For their worship is forbidden

White Christ now rules the land

Soon true faith to be forgotten

Still those loyal to their kin

Defiantly refuse to give in

The church destroyed our temples

Demolished the images of our gods

Still we defy the rule of Rome

Standing proud against all odds

Disregarding the new commandments

We secretly pray to the gods of yore

Torture awaits when we are exposed

While practising the ancient lore

In dark groves in desolate woods

Sparse torches light sacred rites

Oaths are spoken, holy mead flows

Here still the pagan fire glows

Our gods they did not abandon us

Neither shall we be led astray

Loyal we are and shall remain

Even tho’ it means torment and pain

Years pass and our ranks do thin

Persecution growing stronger still

Corrupt kings force the lie upon us

But never shall break our iron will

The worship forbidden will endure

No matter how few loyal ones remain

Our blood will pass on our faith

Through the age of the Christ’s reign

Centuries after the cross came north

The worship forbidden close to death

Yet storms raging and winds howling

Still whisper the wanderer’s breath

The usurpers’ power firmly in place

Bleak oppression our fate for so long

Yet thunder rolling and lightning striking

Still sing the mighty thunderer’s song

Our true faith has never been broken

By the treacherous one god’s lies

The dawn of awakening is at hand

Let all again hear pagan battle cries

Scripture is finally burnt to ashes

The sacred runes are cast once more

Centuries of oppression come to an end

All sing hymns to the gods of yore