This song tears at me.
On the one hand, in my angrier moments, I can readily identify with these sentiments. I'm no stranger to religious anger. It's hard not to look around at a world dominated by Christianity and Islam and wonder, "why did they win?" If "winning" sounds like a trite way to describe religious membership, well, I won't argue with you. But I have gone to bed angry over the situation plenty of times. It's easy to see all the hypocritical actions of other religions, all the blood spilled in the name of kindness.
But then again . . . Do I really want my friend Sean, the Catholic schoolteacher, to fear "the wrath of the Norseman"? Of course not. That's the difference between a faceless "you" and an actual human being. I seethe at all sorts of concepts; people, in my experience, are much harder to hate outright.
I guess this is the puzzle I'm trying to solve while sifting through this music: yet another inquiry into my own identity, my own values, my own interpretation of what it means to be a pagan. I admire the strength and vigor Viking Metal brings to heathenry. At times, I also fear it.