Subterranean Imitation

Teutonic initiate

Cold naked and fearful

Set upon by wild beasts

Starving and forlorn

Lineage of kings lords of battle

A temple of wet earth

And rough stones erected in haste

Don this garment of wolf skin

Drink deep from the sacred mead

Bathe in this fire kindled with living wood

Torn from sacred trees

Steeds heads bowed await their rider

The air scented with smoke and blood

One thousand horns sound in eternal salute

To the old gods of war their empire in ruins