Graveland - Battle of Wotan's Wolves

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 heard

The oppressive smoke climbs to high peeks

And it covers the bodies of the murdered

In response to the barbaric attack

They fought bravely, but they were defeated

They couldn't defeat the Hatred

That came from the Northern woods

Much blood was split and many hearts were pierced

The fire absorbed and obliterated the traces of the crimes

And the wind scattered the ashes

The warriors of Wotan left as fast as they came

No one knows were they came for

And to were they headed off to

The only things that remained were the bodies of the dead

And the burnings upon the ground

Now nobody know if they fought another battle

Or if they engulfed into a dark forest

Nobody knows the paths that the Wolves of Wotan walk upon

The Gods of war incline to them

And Wotan himself gives them his strength

No one dares to go after them

Nobody dares to go against Wotan's will

Spilled Christian blood will never be avenged