I got some news for ya, Paddy boy: ya failed. We're back.
The mighty peoples of the North have persisted, retaining for centuries the memories of our ancient and hallowed troth, even if in reduced form as faeries, banshees, elves and "wee folk". But we remembered. And now we're joining with other folk or the North, South, East and West to reclaim our heritage and our birthright - no more slave gods for us!
I'll be wearin' the red today, Paddy, in memory of my ancestors who died resisting the siren call of your false and wicked god. And I shan't rest until he's driven from the North, and sacrifice and feast, boast and toast, is once more offered openly to to the gods and goddesses that made our lands proud and free, as they were before you sailed from foreign shores to corrupt them.
Rot in Nifelhel, Paddy. I'll be toasting your tormentors!
Daithi MacRae Haxton
(who, lest you be unfamiliar with the name, certainly has the ancestral credentials to lay a curse such as this ...and who gets some real Irish up every March 17th)