Let The Ravens Fly!

from by Kald Kriger



Among the greenest pastures
Beneath the whitest waterfall
Lives an old wizard
Who speaks to The Gods

The forest is yawning
Beasts gather their young
Trolls linger in darkness
The spiders web is spun

Then men came with folklore
That spoke of a bloody christ
Many people they tortured
Forced to drink the blood of lies

Too many fallen warriors
You bastards will pay with blood
Your sons and daughters
Will stand where we stood

Trees that sway in winter
A fire scorches the night sky
A prisoner sent to slaughter
For he with only one eye

Odin owns us all
Your shadow hangs upon a great tree
Wise are you who bares the runes
Take this sacrifice, spare divinity

I wear my hammer with pride
I invert the cross before your eyes
I stand a heathen for all time
I will never see the light

Silence fills these bloodied fields
The wind carries an anguished cry
We'll honor our dead with axes swords and shields
Let the Ravens fly


from A Season Of Pagan Sorrow, released January 8, 2017



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