Paroles de Prophecies In Flames

Already eight nights this torment has lasted Tied between two fires, without food I am the man who no dog would dare to assail The flames so fierce, scorching my cloak Blessed be Agnar, bringer of the horn No man on this earth Easier gained favour Much did you lose Geirröd Hrauthungson The help of the fallen The favour of Wuotan Wroth with thee are the Disir Misled by friends art thou now Dripping with blood a sword I see Impaled on steel, thy reign will end Those fallen by the sword Wuotan now shall have!