Come, the time's now ripe
For raiding, rape and slaving,
So now let's boldly march
Off to find a battlefield
Where we can wield our
Sword, our axe and shield.
Off to bring slaughter to
One or all our ancient foes.
Well honed swords with souls
Smite swift cuts and blows,
Quench Earth's eternal thirst
With freely flowing blood
From limbs, guts, and gore.
Bodies stack up more and more,
Some set aside for sacrifice
To the gods that gift us wars!
Entrails flung in holy flames:
That's what foes are for.
And 'round the black, greasy, smoke
Dance wild witches widdershins,
Willing, oil slicked, worshippers,
Lust displayed from feet to head.
Burn we now all of the dead,
Toss their dust; to Hel they're wed.
Rejoice aloud this glorious day!
That ne'er shall it fade away
From the mind of any man
In our well fed pagan land…
