Stand. Call. Win.
by Folkbuilder Nick Rice
Victory depends on your actions.
Find your center, your truth.
Hold that close, love it.
Keep it close, run with it.
Stand up for who you are.
Fight for what you believe in.
Never compromise yourself.
Never give up and never give in.
Don’t ever back down.
Never turn around.
Always stand your ground.
In boca al lupo.
Crepi il lupo.
We say these things on this day.
Look up to the sky, head held high.
Lord Tyr, grant us rightness of action.
You held firm, we'll hold firm.
Folk gather to stand and be proud.
Aryan soul, beaming bright.
Small victories, big wars.
Big victories, small wars.
We'll be here moving ever forward.
Embracing our path, our ancestral call.
Through a price, comes a purpose.
In the mouth of the wolf.
Kill the wolf.
Claiming Victory
By Apprentice Folkbuilder Erik Lugnet
We remember those before us, who paved the way
Who saw beyond their now, who dreamt of our day
We are Aryan, of good and of light
Building a future for our children so bright
Let sun and merriment chase the sad away
For here we celebrate with victory on display
Hail the Gods, Ancestors, and Folk
Now we shrug off the Soul sickness yoke
Folkbuilder Nicholas Rice
Apprentice Erik Lugnet
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