Paroles de Woden's Reign

Seems to me a great vast black ocean Yet it ignores the wind Once you can see it than describe it to your lord. A huge mass of shining polearms The sound of battle horns, prepares the storm Death is coming dresssed as a pagan horde. Above this walls i admire my end, This viking horde is beauty and death. My lord forgive me for all my sins, Please let me sing of our future heathen reign... Woden's Reign.