Sing for me To lift above in all these fallen walls, And bleed for
me, In the deepest release.
Travelling through honour.
Travelling through strenght. Voyage, floating centuries keeps the key
for wisdom. Feelings for the lost` winds. Winds which howl reverse.
Remote, the fields of oddities adours.
But we will still appear
in of mail, And still obhterate these old origins. While
dreaming a thousand choirs yell their hails, Towards faithfulness.
Become one with the weapons. Sword and soul. Wotans Return!
Travelling through honour, Travelling through strenght. Feelins
for the lost` winds. Winds which howl reverse.