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The City Heathens go to Blot
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The City Heathens go to blot on a hill,
Mother Nature is laughing still.
We´re real authentic, wearing true
Sneakers, watches and glasses, too.
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
City Heathens face to face,
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
With Nature´s bosom and embrace.
Exit Five to our place in the bush,
The car gets stuck, and we shove and push.
Schlepping our ritual gear
Uphill, we soon gasp for air.
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
City Heathens face to face,
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
With Nature´s bosom and embrace.
We need a fire for our holy place,
But the zippo is out of gas.
Going to gather tinderwood,
We´re getting lost in the woods for good.
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
City Heathens face to face,
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
With Nature´s bosom and embrace.
We can´t pour mead into our horn,
The bottle-screw was left at home.
In the second sumbel round,
Listen to a cell phone sound!
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
City Heathens face to face,
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
With Nature´s bosom and embrace.
We call the Gods of Asatru
And the rain comes right on cue.
Toasting, boasting in the breeze,
Until our fingers freeze.
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
City Heathens face to face,
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
With Nature´s bosom and embrace.
Now let´s have picnic, and at last
Let´s drive homewards real fast.
Thank you, Gods, for now and here
Ends the last blot of this year!
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
City Heathens face to face,
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
With Nature´s bosom and embrace,
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
We meet the Aesir face to face,
Hey ho, ho hey ho,
In Nature´s bosom and embrace.
© Michaela Macha
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