Foretelling The Raven Age (Heathen Foray)

Foretelling the Raven Age Rids my heart of the rage Cleanse the lands of Christian ways Born again the Heathen days For countless moons they pound below Hammer of Gods ascend then fall Bringing storm, frost, ice and snow A sign for us to prepare for war And then the sun will cease to shine Blackness perpetual, ignites the sky All man-made religion dies Upon the hill the Raven Cries After the war the north winds blow The blankets of ice begins to thaw Those that survived now all know What is a God, the one true force