Der Tod Wuotans (The Death of Wuotan) کے بول

Drums of war sound Warriors are gathered to fight on the Wнgriрr plain Charging men, wolves Ravens and gods, worms And beasts of darkness, the plain is lit with fire Blood is flowing, bits of Flesh, severed limbs, smashed skulls And bodies lie strewn across the plain Screams cut the air Screams of anger and pain, the Sound of metal blades and armour clashing Clubs smashing bodies Then, for a brief moment, everything stops It is as if the universe holds its breath Wuotan has fallen on the Wigri? Plain, swallowed by Fanjariho For a moment the time stands still For Wuotan, Hail and Joy!