Текст песни Гр.Ом. - Wotan

To the black sky of a thousand hands
They shot up, breaking the old thread of fate,
Burning hearts echoed with a knock
Letting the spear free the bloody judgment.

Hlidskjalva not long to stand in the void,
Step of a new era under the sun of banners
Day by day it's harder and faster
He multiplies the power of the abyss of time.

Conjuring the power of storms, the host flies,
Occult fire gave their sign to the world,
The enemy cannot hold back the power by thought,
When Wotan is reborn from the dust.

Scarlet Deathball Blossom
The punishing cold of anger and vengeance
Empires of glory with a crushing blow
Will give the ignorant the ashes of the evil eclipse.

Hrimfaxi Hoof Death Rumble
Across the sky of steel of conscious power
The slabs of a thousand graves are shaken by granite
Match the thunderous steed Grimnir.

Mystical thought impulse and unity
Lords of wolves erect a throne in souls,
The ash has not cooled down, the sword is hungry for outrage
In the prophecies of the prophetic raven's play,

The moan of the blizzard calling, not daring to lie,
A countless army has given a sign to the world,
Fangs will not hold back the horde's revenge,
When Wotan rises from the dust again.