Northern pride,
Under darkened skies
Under our flag
That flies so high
In forest graves,
The raven's call
And within my soul
I feel the force of
Northern Gods
Pure and strong
Who led our people
For so long.
They spoke of ghosts
Long ago
Of haunted souls
Trapped on earth.
And you Northland
I see their marks
Of a pride now lost,
And a land that's scarred.
Forgotten graves
On these evergreen slopes
Where shields do rot
And so do bone.
Where are your wolves
That stalked in hills?
Where are your elk
With all their strength?
Woden hear me
Answer my calls
Can you see what they've done?
The Abrahamic hoards.
Autumn rains
Turn to snow
And winter collapses
Around our home
And through the blizzard
We must go
And blood must spill
To reclaim our home.
Pagan pride
In Northern lands
Once again
Wolves will rise.
The evergreens
Tell us tales
Of ancient ways
In mountains,
And oaks reply
Through leaves
And whisper
Of the return.
Winter's claws
Tear the North
Cracking the soil
Revealing the past.
Buried in snow
Ancients rest
With sword and helmet
Turning to rust.
Why, Mother Northland
Did they do this?
Why Mother Northland
Must you die?
If winter must end
And your snows melt
May that usher in
Your rebirth.
Northern pride,
Under darkened skies
Under our flag
That flies so high
through the blizzard
We must go
And blood must spill
To reclaim our home.
Pagan pride
In Northern lands
Once again
Wolves will rise.
Northern pride
In pagan lands
Once again
Wolves will rise.

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