This hate inside me, It is constantly growing. Years of hollow lies, Made pagan hatred rise.
They came with their troops, Destroying land and roots. Abominations under the sun, They and their poisoned truth.
One by one my people fell, Under their deceptive spell. How many sons of the Northe, had to fall? before our eyes could see; This isn't how it should be!
"Under the Northern star We shed our blood. With the call of a battle horn. We… read more