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It all begins with blood

Whose flesh becomes the Earth

Whose bones the mountains

And whose skull the sky

And so legends begin with pain

The birth, agonies of love

Unlike the god on the book

These earthy entities seem close and tangible

Both in form and spirit

A heathen does not weep for lost Eden

But carves a new garden from the living earth

Seeds it with passions and pain

Feasts on the fruits before Underworld prevails

The Pagan is determined to enjoy the earth

To nourish the future with the blood

Pagan world with wonders and vitality

Anything worth having costs a little pain

Our words rustle on the winds

Our anger falls like thunderbolts

Shattering hearts and thrones alike

Both in form and spirit

Red River Cycle of birth