Blood Runs From the Hörgr

Under shadows of fir and pine Unaffected by modernity's yoke The old man hearkens the thundering hooves As the Yuletide hunters soar across the night sky Blood runs from the HörgR This is a night for sacrifice Blood runs from the HörgR To mix with the soil below Blood runs from the HörgR As spears rattle deep underground These stones are reddened With the blood of millennia past From those who fell prey To Geatish wolves Adherents of the old Germanic virtue A shrine of stones he raised And now to glass the rock has grown Oft with the blood of men it was red In the Gods of old he did trust Blood runs from the HörgR This is a night for sacrifice Blood runs from the HörgR To mix with the soil below Blood runs from the HörgR As spears rattle deep underground Blood runs from the HörgR Blood runs from the HörgR Blood runs from the HörgR Blood runs from the HörgR