Móðir Evrópa

Inspiring words from my brother

Heathens of Vinland

Our ancestors speak through time and blood

Whispering songs of sorrow

Though the path may be long

I feel I must follow


Our once great land is wounded and frail

But with the strength of our people we never will fail

Aye it is time, to look to the sky

And call to our brothers, for the fight is nigh.


In my dreams I hear

The great war horns of Tyr

For we will drive out the foe

And Mother Europe may grow

-William G.

Hagall Evrópa!


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