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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