Flight Of Muninn

from Victoria Aut Mors by Angmaer

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Blazing fires with a victorious march,
Into the west from the coldest hearth,
Bringing our kin to this new rich land,
Entertaining this life with bloody hands,

Old gods replace your arabic child,
Cult of Rome, your taxes are mine,
Spilling the blood of the Catholic man,
Feasting off of the fat of your land,

Danish tribes overcome the border,
Reaping upon your kingdom’s disorder,
With the fury of our gods of old,
Tear down your cross and pillage your gold!

Settling in your forgotten lands,
For which you have no worth.
Forget worshipping your god,
and worship the god of whiskey, for the spiritual comfort.

Wielding axes and crosses in hand,
Ox and plough, make this winter stand,
To defeat the Wesseaxen king,
Just our seed to put within.

Darkness enshrouds the stable one,
Hel-furious war has come forth now.
Prepare the legions of sheepish people,
And accept your lands will soon be ours.

In blood and cum you shall integrate,
But Odinn shall prevail!

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from Victoria Aut Mors, released October 11, 2019

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