On the slope of a naked rock somewhere in Ska'inawjo
The isles of Ska'is
A blonde, fur-clad man immortalises his memory of Mannus, the oldest Ing
A large manlike shape is engraved in the rock
Bloodred in colour, with a large phallus
His hands are stretching toward the sky
The isles of Ska'is
A blonde, fur-clad man immortalises his memory of Mannus, the oldest Ing
A large manlike shape is engraved in the rock
Bloodred in colour, with a large phallus
His hands are stretching toward the sky
Mannus, the son of Tuisto
Made sure his tribe survived the cold north together with his sons
Inguz, Herminuz and Istwo
Tuisto's heart is warmed by the sight of his descendants
He knows the gods are not forgotten
Then, he reasons, there is hope after all, for the coming generations
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Burzum/Aske
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Filosofem
Hvis Lyset Tar Oss