Burzum Ansuzgardaraiw Lyrics

Ansuzgardaraiw Lyrics

Voices from the spirit world can be heard through the dark winternights, the
heartbeats of the spirit. It is the holy twelve days of Yule. Dark shapes can
be seen in the sky; riders of death. They suddenly charge down from the clouds
in wonderful wilderness; kings and chieftains, thieves and murderers - all in
the same phalanx, drifting mysteriously through the air on spirit horses,
arriving when least expected. Black shields, furs from bear and wolf, shining
blades, open wounds and ropes still tied around their necks; they are Wuotans
pack of warges, the undead and the dead - the immortal warriors of Ansuzgarda!
The werewolves haunt the sacred twelve days of Yule in packs, looking after the
living; hail the sacred traditions, hail the spirits of the dead, hail the holy
ritual of Wuotan, or face the wrath of the Ansuz and the hooves of Sleipnir.
Face the Ansuzgardaraiw!