This song is about hatred
Against the holder of the cross
Who brought the sword of lie
To slay our heathen pride
That night we held our swords in the right hand and our shields in the left
We pledged to the Gods that we'd never let them invade our lands
We fought 'till the end, with all our strenght, we died for the Irminsul's faith
The horns of the battle screamed 'til the morning crying all our hate
Wotan!
Thor, inquiunt, praesidet in aere
Qui tonitrus et fulmina, ventos ymbresque, serena et fruges gubernat
Alter Wodan, id est furor
Bella gerit, hominique ministrat
Virtutem contra inimicos
With pride we head to Valhöll, we sing to the Gods, we perish to honour the Elves
We tribute our wisdom, high name of Odin frozen on our hands
The battle was long, the coward did fall
Some rose to the highest hall
We cast a flood of christian blood and figures flew up in the sky
Valkyrjur!
Wotan saith
Þagalt ok hugalt
Skyli þjóðans barn
Ok vígdjarft vera
Glaðr ok reifr
Skylii gumna hverr
Unz sinn bíðr bana
(Deyr sjalfr it sama...)
Ósnjallr maðr
Hyggz muno ey lifa
Ef hann við víg varaz
En elli gefr
Hánom engi frið
Þótt hánom geirar gefi
(We're the last bulwark of Wotan...)
Svartálfar - The Last Bulwark of Wotan Lyrics
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This song is about hatred
Against the holder of the cross
Who brought the sword of lie
To slay our heathen pride
That night we held our swords in the right hand and our shields in the left
We pledged to the Gods that we'd never let them invade our lands
We fought 'till the end, with all our strenght, we died for the Irminsul's faith
The horns of the battle screamed 'til the morning crying all our hate
Wotan!
Thor, inquiunt, praesidet in aere
Qui tonitrus et fulmina, ventos ymbresque, serena et fruges gubernat
Alter Wodan, id est furor
Bella gerit, hominique ministrat
Virtutem contra inimicos
With pride we head to Valhöll, we sing to the Gods, we perish to honour the Elves
We tribute our wisdom, high name of Odin frozen on our hands
The battle was long, the coward did fall
Some rose to the highest hall
We cast a flood of christian blood and figures flew up in the sky
Valkyrjur!
Wotan saith
Þagalt ok hugalt
Skyli þjóðans barn
Ok vígdjarft vera
Glaðr ok reifr
Skylii gumna hverr
Unz sinn bíðr bana
(Deyr sjalfr it sama...)
Ósnjallr maðr
Hyggz muno ey lifa
Ef hann við víg varaz
En elli gefr
Hánom engi frið
Þótt hánom geirar gefi
(We're the last bulwark of Wotan...)
Against the holder of the cross
Who brought the sword of lie
To slay our heathen pride
That night we held our swords in the right hand and our shields in the left
We pledged to the Gods that we'd never let them invade our lands
We fought 'till the end, with all our strenght, we died for the Irminsul's faith
The horns of the battle screamed 'til the morning crying all our hate
Wotan!
Thor, inquiunt, praesidet in aere
Qui tonitrus et fulmina, ventos ymbresque, serena et fruges gubernat
Alter Wodan, id est furor
Bella gerit, hominique ministrat
Virtutem contra inimicos
With pride we head to Valhöll, we sing to the Gods, we perish to honour the Elves
We tribute our wisdom, high name of Odin frozen on our hands
The battle was long, the coward did fall
Some rose to the highest hall
We cast a flood of christian blood and figures flew up in the sky
Valkyrjur!
Wotan saith
Þagalt ok hugalt
Skyli þjóðans barn
Ok vígdjarft vera
Glaðr ok reifr
Skylii gumna hverr
Unz sinn bíðr bana
(Deyr sjalfr it sama...)
Ósnjallr maðr
Hyggz muno ey lifa
Ef hann við víg varaz
En elli gefr
Hánom engi frið
Þótt hánom geirar gefi
(We're the last bulwark of Wotan...)
Writer: Riccardo Castagnasso
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid