كلمات Ulfhednir March

Ulfhednir March Wolves howl in the wind Blowing over the battlefield The clash of iron can be heard From a battle fought long ago The smell of blood fills the air Screams from the fallen ones The ravens scream in hunger for death Cutting sharp through the night Rotting corpses lay all around Ravens feast in their decomposed flesh Wolves end the lifes of the wounded men Their blood is colloring the snow Valkyries brings the honorable ones To the hall of the one eyed father To sit by the throne of allfather Odin Awaiting the final battle