The Fire of Awakening

We shall rise, and we Shall hasten On the paths of our ancestors We will pick up our broken and rusted swords And we will pierce them, for the death carrying steel A tribe will be reborn through the blood That eternally runs in the sons of Wotan Forg

Armed armies march towards the battle The warriors of Wotan, not knowing good grace, Pain nor mercy for enemies The enemies of Wotan are their enemies as well Small villages surrounded by forest stand a flamed Screaming and crying is all that is hear