[ Athelstan speaks... ]
"'Erewhile the anger
Of Yngling's son
I bore, prince royal
Of race divine.
With hood of daring
O'er dark locks drawn
A lord right noble
I rode to seek... "

From hell thee rise in unholy hatred,
to crush the warm living flesh of angels!
Thee storm the walls of heaven,
and eviscerate the lord of the throne...

Thou hatred erodes the will of the Christ,
and they cower know thee come to punish them,
with pain and to desecrate the face of their god,
with virgin menstrual blood and black s___!!!

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