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Come Ye Heathens                   Come Ye Heathens MP3

Chorus:
Come ye heathens to the well, oh
Fill up your horn, oh fill up your horn
Come ye heathens to the well, oh
Fill up your horn, oh fill up your horn

The godar make a holy sign,
And the horn becomes divine,
The words we speak must be true,
For the gods are listening too

Chorus

As the kindred passes round,
No one utters any sound,
For sacred is the blot we do,
The gods will come and visit too

Chorus

As sumble reaches final round,
And liquid poured on sacred ground,
The final drops of sacred brew,
Ye gods we give this blot to you.

Chorus

© Lyrics, tune: Larisa C Hunter aka Mist, Gyđja of Kenaz Kindred

Author of "FULLTRÚI : Patrons in Ásatrú"

This work by Larisa C Hunter is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs License.
Permissions beyond the scope of this license may be available at www.kenaz.ca.


Soundfile:
© Michaela Macha
 

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