Falkenbach - Where His Ravens Fly - Текст песни

Geri and Fredi does heerfather feed, 
The far-famed fighter of old. 
But on wine alone does the one-eyed god, 
Wuotan, forever live. 

O'er Midgard Hugin and Munin both 
Each day set forth to fly. 
For Hugin I fear lest he come not home, 
But for Munin my care is more. 

There Valgrind stands, the sacred gate, 
And behind're the holy doors. 
Old is the gate, but few there are 
Who can tell how it's tightly locked. 

Five hundred doors and forty there are, 
I ween, in Walhall's walls, 
Eight hundred fighters through one door fare 
When to war with the wolf they go. 

Five hundred rooms and forty there are, 
I ween, in Bilskirnir built. 
Of all the homes whose roofs I beheld, 
My son's the greatest meseemed. 

There is Gladsheim, and golden-bright 
There stands Walhall I stretching wide. 
There does Othin each day choose 
All those who fell in fight. 

There is Folkvang, where Freya decrees 
Who shall have seats in the hall. 
The half of the dead each day does she choose, 
The other half does Othin have. 

Now am I Othin, Ygg was I once, 
Ere that did they call me Thund. 
Wodan and Oden, and all, methinks, 
Are the names for none but me. 

Hail to thee, for hailed thou art 
By the voice of Veratyr. 
Where Valgrind stands, the sacred gate, 
Ye will find nine golden doors. 

Hail to thee, for hailed thou art 
By the voice of Veratyr. 
Old is the gate, but few there are 
Who can tell how it's tightly locked.