From Heathen Blood Chalices

Vessels assembled, brimming with Christian blood The walls anointed, the coven anointed First day of summer A blot for good warfare, victory of arms Wipe away god’s filth With Teutonic rites passed down Flesh is charred on Fire, goblets changing hands Odin, Niord, Frey, One for dead friends Blessed horns Forming sacred bonds Boast of Christianity’s death