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The wolves have gathered
Under the black sun
Standing proud and strong
We march through the storm
Prepared for battle
Our time has come
To reclaim our faith and land
Tonight we fight as one

Prepare for the new dawn!

Blood spilled for soil
Blood spilled for faith
Blood spilled for folk
And for freedom we bled!

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The spirits of my blood and soil
Forgotten whispers of my Forefathers
Call to me to avenge their foes
To smash the cross and raise our banners

Forged in the fires of Alba
Standing strong
Forged in the fires
United we are one
Forged in the fires of Alba
We stand tall
Forged in the fires
Hear the Heathen call

They thought they killed the brave and strong
But we still live and call for revenge
The Pagan hordes will slay you all
And destroy your weak and alien values
white lightning will destroy your Holy God
And turn your temples into ashes

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Through the mountains and the trees
I can see you there
Standing next to the golden sea
Looking proud and fair

Now that I'm gone don't be afraid
I still watch over you
In the golden hall I sit
With the greatest view

In the hall of Valhalla
I await you here
In the hall of Valhalla
Where the great live on forever

Never fear your enemies
Remain proud and true
Never break your bond of blood
Our future lies with you

When you feel like your alone
Watch the eagle fly
Turn away and face your fears
Our spirit will never die

In the hall of Valhalla
I await you here
In the hall of Valhalla
Where the great live on forever

I draw my strength from an ageless spring
Through blood and long tradition
On mountains high in azure sky
My Gods direct my mission

I heed the words of Wotan well
As he leads me on my task
And a thousand voices from an age unknown
Ring down from a mystic past

And I long to reach Valhalla
And I year for the days of glory
And I clutch that life of greatness
As in legend, fame and story

Bound by blood!

I draw my strength from an ageless spring
Through blood and long tradition
On mountains high in azure sky
My Gods direct my mission

I heed the words of Wotan well
As he leads me on my task
And a thousand voices from an age unknown
Ring down from a mystic past

And I long to reach Valhalla
And I year for the days of glory
And I clutch that life of greatness
As in legend, fame and story

Bound by blood!

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A lonely moor
Silent and dark and trackless swells,
The waves of some wild streamlet pour
Hurriedly through its ferny dells.

Profoundly still the twilight air,
Lifeless the landscape; so we deem
Till like a phantom gliding near
A stag bends down to drink the stream

And far away a mountain zone,
A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies,
And one star, large and soft and lone,
Silently lights the unclouded skies.

By Charlotte Brontë

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