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At the destined times and places Now obscured by mists of time And by the World Serpent's Venomous design, The immortal cosmic forces In spirit form concealed Constructed an arena In which the Gods congealed. The Aesir were the offspring Of the Gods of Astral light, Born to carry on a warfare Against the demons of the night. Ethereal composition Of the Godforce of perfection First formed our White forefathers As their image and reflection. The Arya are descended From the Gods once called Aesir, Who left Asgard -- astral homeland For this terrestrial sphere. Wotan was our eldest God On this celestial ball. The Goddess Frigg was his wife, The mother of us all. Thor was Wotan's first born. The sagas tell his fame. A hammer was his weapon, Mjollnir was its name. For untold ages our Aryan Folk Were true to the memory Of the Gods of our kind and the blood of our line And our cosmic destiny. But Loki's kin and the traitors within Have destroyed each Aryan Land. So now is the time of Ragnarok As the White man makes his stand. Bring Gungnir -- Wotan's magic spear And Mjollnir, the hammer of Thor. Save the beauty of the women we love, A future for the children they bore. Let the Valkyrie decide who lives and dies And carry the warrior bold Home to Valhalla where his deeds In the sagas will be told.