Reverend bizarre

Odinn's men

Reverend bizarre
Standing under the frozen moon
By the lake of cold
The winds of Thor in our hairs
We cherish the ways of old

We are Odinn's men

Warriors of the winter world
Poets of the pale
We raise our swords high in the air
The ancient gods we hail!

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