Father, weak to no mans eyes
On his throne the weak will fail
Don't dare rise against
Hail now, to your knees, dismember and gut
Taste the flames of the fallen blood
Lightning fills the sky
In these thunderous times
Father of the norns
Guide me through this storm
Bring them through the stakes
Bursting their life
Innocence is washed away
Burn them on the cross
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