Support For David Lane
There is poetry on the group's website praising the white nationalist felon David Lane:
"Though locked away ‘till death it came Upon this hero – David Lane. Sits in Valhalla with the Gods, His life a war against all odds. Woden welcomes now his Son, And still the struggle shall go on; His courage shall not be in vain For victory one day we’ll gain. He suffered like the Son of God, Hung upon the Holy Rood; That his death may pave the way For One who comes at break of day. The Hanged God is dead! – The cry; The Avenging Son, now He shall rise; On sacred soil of Albion, Hail now to you – the Conquering Son! He’ll wield with wrath the Flaming Sword Known in writings as The Word. See now, your death was not in vain, Now rise The Hallowed One again. Wields the Power of Light and Dark, To His call the Folk shall hark; Call-to-arms, the Avenging Son, Rides forth before the victory won. Valhalla’s Halls are open wide, Led forth by Woden, now they ride; The Fallen Heroes of our Race, The armies of The Beast they face."
Read more about this topic: Woden's Folk
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