Death to Woden Lyrics

Death to Woden,
Folly-shaper, illiterate seeker,
Weak beggar, aimless false god.
Death to he who clings,
To all foolishness tenfold,
Who is dung on the tree,
Who was gashed open by his own spear,
To tear a hole between his lungs.
Death to he, who lost many wars,
Who, burned by their fire,
Shrieked in pain,
And burned him altogether black.

Death to the unwise,
Weak, foolish, worthless false god,
Weapons broken and you are no lord.
Bestow not your folly upon me here tonight,
And may this blasphemy be torture to your soul.
Kill Woden.