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From the Womb of Skaldi

By Lloyd Michael Lohr

From the womb of earth we rise,
slithering shadows of the Midgard Serpent,
into the mists of the darkest of nights,
we walk among the darkness and wear the horns of power,
for we are the eaters of the dead.

Roar of the immortal Godbear,
chant of the mud witch rising,
mother of the blackened earth,
we are the Vendal, the Horde.

With us resides the fear found on lonely Autumn nights,
those terrors that awash the warriors of Tyr in dread,
for as the sun sets and the moon comes on full,
watch the fire serpent descend from the mountain,
and feel your soul shiver.

Roar of the immortal Godbear,
chant of the mud witch rising,
mother of the blackened earth,
we are the Vendal, the Horde,

and we are the schism in the order.


© 2000 Lloyd Michael Lohr. All Rights Reserved.

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