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‘Tis now time for all to see:
The truth was long ago foretold,
In ancient lands by men of old.
2-0-1-2 - the End of Time,
Harken to this eerie rhyme:
False prophets spreading doom and gloom
I bring new hope – Wyrd spins the loom.
One World! One Sex! One Race! – they cry!
Cease! False Prophets – Stem your lies!
World Peace? I mock your empty words,
This land will fall by Fire and Sword!
Listen, people of the South,
The Word comes from the Horses Mouth:
This land shall sink beneath the waves,
So seek not shelter in the caves.
When the Silent Pool will rise,
Storm-Clouds gather in the skies:
Raging seas crash through the Downs.
White Horses followed by the Hounds.
The Mighty One, nursed of the dew,
Scorned by the mass – held by the few:
An e’en Greater One shall come’
When the Wolf devours the Sun.
When all seems lost, all hope is gone,
Then shall arise the Hooded One:
When the Silent pool shall rise,
Star’s align o’er Northern Skies.
The Milky Way, our galaxy,
Born at the centre of the Tree,
A Man-Child – Virile Warrior,
Son of the Wolf, the Mother bore.
Son of Woden - Son of Earth,
The Womb of England shall give birth:
This Child of Light shall wield the Sword,
From out his mouth shall come the Word.
Wolf’s Jaws engulf the Hanged God,
The cycle ended by the Dog:
The Blue Star shines bright in the sky,
The Hanged God now he must die.
At the centre of the Tree,
The Black Sun shines, tho’ few can see:
Through the Triangle shall come,
Widar – The Avenging Son!
The Hallowed One, bearing the Word,
He who wields the Broken Sword:
Forged anew by Wayland wise,
Whose sparks light up the Northern Skies.
One World! One Peace! – they cry in vain,
The Lords of Law shall arise again:
False Princes! Tremble on the Earth,
The Galaxy is giving birth.
Sent by the Gods to kindle war,
Helgi wields the Flaming Sword:
The Wolfing leads a mighty force,
Mounted on a pure White Horse.
When helmet of the Hunter-God,
Appears once more on Downland Sod:
When spear is shaken, splintered shield,
The Sword of Wrath this God will wield.
Inside the Treasure-Box is hid,
Beneath the Wooden Casket’s lid:
Dark-goddess – Ruler of our Time,
The Torcs from He she seeks to hide.
But she shall hide the Rings in vain,
The Golden Torcs are found again:
The Age is ended – Hail the Dawn!
The Dragon slain – The evil gone.
Awaited long , the Golden Age,
Prophesied by many a sage:
The Child of Light shall end the old,
The Rightful King – The Warrior bold.
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