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    Sunn O))) - My Wall
    And I do walk upon Wan's Dyke
    And I do survey the land
    And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands
    For I am Wodan,
    Though, some call me Hermes,
    Some call me Roman Mercury,
    God of cargos,
    God of weather,
    Hanging God of boundaries,
    Hanging God of Gibbet Hill
    Killing God of hidden doorways.

    Spinning the yarn from Wansdyke to Silbury
    Spinning the taelbook, telling the tale
    Telling the tellbook to all and sundry
    Keltiberians and Irish Gael
    Then I hear camp followers bellow afar
    Their shrieking lament for Johnny Guitar:

    Look to the farthest far horizon
    Look to the bloodlust deepest scar
    Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising
    For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar

    There be the ditch that you shall die in
    Here be the wall that I shall cry on
    Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel
    This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel.

    Look to the north a quick mile yonder
    Look to our Yggdrasilbury
    Look to the Saxon chasing Viking
    Look to the Norman chasing Saxon
    Look to the German chasing German
    German German German German
    Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
    For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar

    Play your gloom axe Stephen O'Malley
    Sub bass clinging to the sides of the valley
    Sub bass ringing in each last ditch and combe
    Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.

    To rage in sound this valiant despair
    Doom and gloom as each a splendid pair
    To rage in sound the valiant despair:

    Not Abraham,
    Not Moses
    And not Christ
    Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
    Not Attis
    Not Mohammed,
    But to hilltop Thor
    We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
    Look to the farthest far horizon
    Don't blame the messenger,
    Don't blame the messenger,
    Look to the farthest far horizon
    Don't blame the messenger.
    Don't blame the messenger,
    For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
    For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.

    And I stood upon Wan's Dyke
    And I did survey the land
    And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands...

    And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched
    And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck
    And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest
    Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself

    My Wall My Wall caught in the thrall of my Wall
    My Wall My Wall caught beneath the thrall of my Wall.

    Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
    For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
    Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
    For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
    Play your gloom axe Stephen O¡¯Malley
    Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
    Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
    Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.

    Stand in the thrall
    Stand in the thrall
    Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
    Stand in the thrall
    Stand in the thrall
    Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
    Stand in the thrall
    Stand in the thrall
    Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall

    Mothers to your bosoms,
    Grab your child and sing,
    As to your breasts cascade and sing:
    Brothers and fathers,
    Down to the thing in the middle of the town
    To judge at the thing

    These the effeminate priests of Frey
    That don their drag
    And shriek through the day
    That drag their God through the muddiest fields
    Spilling seed to raise the yields
    These the odd castrated womb-men
    On this onerous land of no men

    There the infernal priestess of Freyja,
    These her people layer on layer
    Then the infernal priestess of Freyja
    Visiting the farms
    The seething seer
    Visiting the farms
    And rarely leaving
    Mounting the tumulus
    The people grieving
    Dodens doddering dead and dying.

    Hear the modest priests of Ing
    Who's harkening always let us sing
    That let's us free our tightest waistband
    Let's us fertilise our own land
    Spunked entire nations from one phallus
    Spunked the vegetation into being
    Spilled the super seed
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