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The pagan moon approaches
A storm on in the distance
The air crisp with the frost
Wind blowing through forests

majestic

Upon the high mountain peaks
We walk the path to wisdom
To approach the norns of our fate
To gain knowledge of our quest

With sacred rune stones we gather
Carved from the tree of life
We call upon the gods
To help our journey's flight

For the wind to guide our sails
For the ocean to guide our path
For the sun to guide our stone
For the mighty one to guide our swords

The raven stands watch
Over the vast mountains
A sign of a higher meaning
A sign for the hordes to ride

Acceptance to begin
From the ancients above
To conquer across the earth

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