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		I walk with you, 
The glacier paths, 
The cold dark realms, 
To shriek and scream, Hatred filled 
 
You my love, My pagan guide 
A torch lights you, like the golden sight of Fro 
So impure beholds the night, A church in march 
Under your blaze ignite, A golden heart 
 
Extuingished with the piss of wish 
It's reign took you away, dear elve 
There we once we took the glacier paths 
Your name remains, only in our hearts 
 
And in the gloaming brough Asgard 
 
Sif, You're Aesir 
Vein nor fear 
Your torch remains here 
And'll blaze the final churches 
 
Heathengods 
My pride aloft 
To reign again 
That with dishonour we left 
 
Pagan Frost 
Will usurp once more 
There where we adore 
And enscone our heretic hearts
	 
	
	
	
	
	
	
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