Sing for me
To lick above in all these fallen walls,
And bleed for me,
In the deepest release.
Travelling through honour,
Travelling through strength.
Voyage, cloaking centuries keeps the key for wisdom.
Feelings for the list winds.
Winds which hold reverse.
Remote, the fields of addities odours.
But we will still appear in coats, of mail,
And still obliterate these old origins,
While dreaming a thousand choirs spell their hails.
Towards faithfulness.
Become one with they weapons.
Sword and soul.
Wotan's Return!
Travelling through honour,
Travelling through strength.
Feelings for the list winds.
Winds which hold reverse.

"The person, enlightened with knowledge in the major enemy in the truth?"