339. The Coming Storm
Blown up by the fierce winds of a thousand years of oppression.
Our anger blazes across the centuries with every bolt of Thor's lightning,
And the screams of our ancestors' anguish can be heard in the thunder.
The tears of our fallen kinsfolk rain down upon the oppressor's descendants,
They forever mark these monotheists with the countless sins of their forefathers.
As the fury of our storm grows in strength it will flood the world with Odin' s glory,
And the sky will be stained bright red with the sacred blood of our ancient martyrs.
Off in the distance, slowly coming over the horizon, the storm clouds are building,
Listen closely, and you will hear the rolling thunder made by Thor's mighty chariot.
We wait patiently for the first strike of lightning angrily sparked by the electrified air,
As we continue to gather together under the darkening clouds of the coming storm.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2015.