The Snow Upon the Pines

April 13th, 2016

Awake Goy

The snow lay thick about the pines
The mistletoe grows high above like thatched vines
Every breath taken in the forest is held sacred
For one to stand tall in the open is forsaken by a culture of self-hatred
Alas the traditional warrior spirit is held in contempt
Whilst the snivelling fork tongued are revered and from moral reproach, exempt
The time has come and Ragnarok is finally upon us
Stand upright with courage and fortitude, for victory will be born from within us
Now is not the hour to squabble and squander
For we are the sons and daughters of the mighty gods
Zeus’s lightning rods and mjolnir strikes with resounding thunder
Side by side with the knights of the temple we shall rain down
Fire and brimstone, let us break their bands asunder
Strike fear into those enemies that baited us and defiled our house
In the oaken grove our army camps eager to pounce
Those who rule us, we loudly denounce
We will
Route the traitors with our vanguard
Until the very end I will stand guard
Like the forgotten roman soldier at Pompeii
Our blood is our shield and we uphold the 14 words
Until the last ounce is spilled on that fateful day
Ragnarok is just the beginning
Our children will be taught that they are not born sinning
What once was, was not in vain
it was the blueprint, for our future
The blood of Europa is on the rise again