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Howling winds in lonely nights

when the forest begins to speak

telling of ancient battles and victories

that took place long ago

The whispering of the wind

brings voices from ancient times long gone

speaking of what once was

again it shall be once more

The one-eyed master of life and death

lord of the runes, the highest one

sorcerer king of supernatural force

sleeping yet, but for how long?

Hail our gods, still alive in our blood

in times of greatest unrest

they’ll come to life again

Wotan shall rise once more

and nature will reign again