The vine covers the body
Muting the call
It covers the eyes
Hiding our brethrens fall

The vine strangles the veins
Cutting off life blood
A once pristine river
Now a landslide of mud

The vine chokes the soul
Adding to our plight
It tarnishes our Heritage
And extinguishes the light

There's beauty in it's destructio
And in the mind of our foe
But this only strengthens my resolve
To fight the Iron Mistletoe

A name called in darkness
Put me on this road
Is it all coincendantal
Or foretold from Norns' abode

Forged in the darkest night
From Metals from Above
A name bequesthed, a sacred sword
that fit just like a glove

On agony unnamed
The emptyness grows
Filling my cauldrons
with torturing woes

But I like a good challenge
Just as Fate likes to test
And for winning the war
My pain serves me best.

I had a dream last night
a dream I was a gray wolf
with steel shank fangs
A single raven flew by my side
And my soul stood midway
between earth and moon

I had a dream last ngiht
a dream I was a gray wolf
with steel gray eyes
A bear walked by my side
And my mind stood midway
between earth and moon

I had a dream last ngiht
a dream I was a gray wolf
With steel in my gut
A man-beast stirred inside me
And my heart stood midway
between earth and moon

And I howled...

A future bright and full of promise
Once such I had,
Prominent caring family
ell educated as a lad.

Alas as a youngster,
Not yet in my teens,
Feel prey to Alberichs kins',
wicked games did I,
Morals confused and myself deceived.

Indulged in the mead of despair and loss
did I
of witches' tantalizing spices,
daily did I use.

With each cloud of smoke that covered me,
The Garm of Lungs devoured,
With each sprinkling of powder,
Did Fenris' kin gain Power

A Thrall I became,
My sword invincible I did name,
"The Needle", "Hope's Slayer"
"Dreams", "Destroyer"

Ten and seven years did I remain,
Enchanted by this daughter of Alberichs spell,
In service to Fa'fnir,
A life taken, in time,
Now lost and forfeit is mine.

At ten and nine imprisned,
My Dragon Master led me,
To Five and Twenty, and then maybe,
But for life I may remain.

Yet Hark! and Look Ye here! Hear!
For a new dawn is on the rise,
At seven and twenty a warrior reborn, Einherjar,
No longer a Priest to the Father of Lies!

My redeemer, of many names has he,
ALL FATHER WOTAN called out to me.

Unknowing of his ways or means,
I prayed to him down on my knees,
And sent me a sign of acceptance did he,
A blessing and a guide.

Yet not so many moons ago,
Did this Awakening take place,
For 'twas the first. Friggasday of Lenting,
And on the Asapath I've ever walked since.

Many confirmatios and blessings,
From the Gods have I received,
And many new friends with the blessings of gifts,
Have helped me on my way.

No longer will I be enslaved,
Misguided or deceived!
To Wotan am I didicated,
The Ancient One my soul did save.

Yea as behind these walls I may remain,
My brow-moons have seen the light of a better way,
I carry the wisdom of ValFather Odin, the ancient one,
With me e'eryday.

"None is so good he lacks all fault,
None so wretched he lascks all virtue"
A message from our AsaFather,
Strong and Tru,
For if Wotan can redeem, save and forgive me,
Then verily the same he can do for you!

I awaken with you on my mind,
And fall into sleeptime with you in my heart,
Throughout the day I contemplate your lines,
I study the truth and wisdom of your words.

Allfather Wotan I am yours to control,
To bend, to shape, to mold,
I have in yu entrusted my soul,
I now belong to you.

So make me as you see fit,
And do with me as you wish,
For you have saved me from the Dark,
And now the Volk you guide me in the light,
My life has meaning for you have given me a new start,
So I shall always by the Volk do right.

HAIL TO YOU MIGHTY WOTAN, FATHER OF US ALL,
HAIL TO YOU QUEEN FRIGGA, GODDESS OF US ALL,
HAIL TO ALL THE GODS WHO HATH GUIDED ME ON MY WAY,
THE FAITH OF WOTAN AND OUR VOLK I SHALL NEVER BETRAY.

So let this poem be my Troth,
A binding of my word and pledge to the Volk,
To give all I can and do what I must,
To advance our faith and cause I will work.

A gift for a gift as demanded of old,
And to remember always courageous and bold,
I give this oath, my troth, in prose,
To be forevermore bound to every word here told.

A soul is a sword
The most deadly of weapons
ascending the mountain
Your soul is your crampons

A mind is a shield
With work it won't dent
hone yours to strength
while all others are bent

A heart is your mount
Upon it you ride
In battle it brings you joy
while your enemies run and hide

Together these three
they make you complete
they give you good standing
when Valkyries you meet

My body is a Temple,
A Temple of Strength,
A Temple of Might,
A Temple of Wisdom,
A Temple of Knowledge,
A Temple of Nobility and Purity,
A Temple of Blood nad Honor,
A Temple of The Creator,
And the Created,
A Temple of Truth
A Temple of Pride,
A Temple by the grace of the Gods,
A Temple of Tribute to the Gods,
Nothing can smash my Temple,
or defeat me for I am Aryan Man,
I am a son of Odin
I am Wotansvolk!