Paroles de Wotan

Naked, waste landscape Vast plains lead in the seashore to the west A northern wind sweeps over dead bodies A stranger has entered the domains of the vikings Die not lying sick, bastardly coward Draw sword, fight with the war gods Wotan! We shall fight until we see Ritrost We shall fight until Heimdal flows the Gjallarhorn We shall fight for our domains We shall fight with the war gods Wotan! Die not lying sick, bastardly coward Draw sword, fight with the war gods Wotan!