The mountain looms pale and strong, as the warrior upon it
His journey has been hard and long, it mirrors on his face
Through battle hard and storms unfair, he's kept a steady pace. When others fell, and others died, beautiful faces white.
His mighty sword rings on and on, attesting to his might.
And when they came upon him, their faces dark and vile.
Their numbers stretching vast and wide, it only brought a smile.
There is only one path to honor fair, and Odin's golden gate,
To ride with blond haired valkyries, in accordance with his fate.
And all the gods are watching as he screams his battle cry,
And he raises he sword up to them, as if to salute them in the sky.
For truly he is blessed, in all ways a man can be.
Belonging to a people, never brought onto their knees.
Who's pure and noble blood, have shined for all the ages.
Who's epic tale and awesome deeds, don't have ending pages.
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"Every Jew, somewhere in his being, should set apart a zone of
hate -- healthy, virile hate -- for what the German personifies
and for what persists in the German. To do otherwise would be
a betrayal of the dead." - Elie Wiesel
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This is really good....did you write this?
