Sing for me..

To lift above in all these fallen walls,

And bleed for me

In the deepest release.

Travelling through honour

Travelling through strength

Voyage floating centuries keeps the key for wisdom

Feelings for the "lost" winds

Winds which howl reverse

Remote, the fields of oddities odours



But we will still appear in coats of mail,

And still obliterate these "old" origins,

While dreaming, a thousand choirs spell their hail

Towards faithfulness, become one with thee weapons.

Sword and soul



Wotan's Return