Thumelicus lyrics

While the barley of Huginn Lies unburied still; Their bones picked clean by ravens The liberator of Germania was betrayed Wuotan gives and Wuotan takes! A fate worse than death was her share Thusnelda, a trophy for Germanicus So Thumelicus was born A slave of noble blood ... Wuotan gives and Wuotan takes! Able to meet his end with the fire of Wuotan clenched firmly in his hand; the final path to Valhalla There is no place for personal fame There is only the thread spun by the maidens Who dwell by the well of Urd Steering your fate, towards glory or disgrace...