
Forget the world
thrust upon you
For the wicked world
teaches you none.
Holy, holy gods
live on in
spite of such
Soul-Sickness.
They can hear
if you hail
and treat
them with honor.
Even in the
decadent
Demon-Age,
They can hear.
Poetry written by, and for followers of the Northern traditions, and Gods.

Forget the world
thrust upon you
For the wicked world
teaches you none.
Holy, holy gods
live on in
spite of such
Soul-Sickness.
They can hear
if you hail
and treat
them with honor.
Even in the
decadent
Demon-Age,
They can hear.