Wet English Forests

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Swarming heat makes clouds in frost
Our breath triumphs in the wooden wombs
Clasping at the men locked in combat
Fodder for the gods' intent.

The grey clouds shine the time is now
Hit me with your finest swing of hungover welded steel
I taste the bitter souring
mead soaring through the wet ages.

Make your blades, trudge the marshes
This is the key to the journey through ages
Not is the magic of candle and spite
This is the magic of action and might!

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from Heathen Drinking Metal Demo 2001, released December 31, 2001

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Formed in 2001 to release pagan crust black metal. Currently recording fourth album to be released in 2017.

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