Battle honour and victory shall be ours

To commemorate our dead

To banis their "evil" from this world

And recreate the pagan paradise that was

tramppled under-foot

The witches shall again become the wise,

in this our new land of the young

We, who contorl the storms. Our victory is

their demise

The "harmony" has broken and as

christendom falls

They will see the horror of that which they did

do unto us

We shall prevail



[J. Fogarty 8/1/96]