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Heathen Protest Song: One
"Hail the Folk"--
what a twisted joke,
I wish I could laugh out loud!
When I think of my kin,
what a mess I'm in--
hardly anyone to make me proud.
Most long-forgotten,
some vile and rotten,
with stories I shudder to tell;
some disbelievin'
when I say I'm Heathen,
they think I'm gonna burn in Hell.
Forty generations,
far too many nations,
so how can it be in my blood?
Of my family still breathin',
I'm the only Heathen--
so this folk-soul thing is crud!
Wasn't DNA
that showed me the way
so many years before;
no, it wasn't my genes
that explained what it means
when I started readin' the lore.
Not the blood I share
that led me to Freyr
such a long, long time ago--
my churchgoin' kin
said that stuff was a sin,
said I needed to let it go.
"Hail the Folk"--
what a twisted joke,
I wish I could laugh out loud!
I don't live in a tribe,
but my Troth is alive;
I'm still Heathen and I'm still proud!
© Ingeborg Svea Nordén