Текст песни Wotan'S Return

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