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Guided by the light of the full moon

Three burial mounds come into view

The holy temple where the heathens meet

Lies just beyond where the deities sleep

Every nine years over nine days lavish the gods with offering & praise

Every nine years over nine days seventy-two male creatures bled & hanged

The vernal equinox at Old Uppsala

Christians are welcome but refuse to come

They shun the disciples

They shun their idols

They shun the dogs, horses & human corpses hung in the sacred grove

But what distresses them most is through ritual all those Pagan can be forgiven while all those Christian will be forsaken

Every nine years over nine days lavish the gods with offering & praise

Every nine years over nine days seventy-two male creatures bled & hanged

Chants unseemly

Incantations manifold

Only the profane believe they should remain untold