Falkenbach - Where His Ravens Fly скачать mp3

Geri and Freki 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 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 wolf they go Five hundred roomsand forty there are I ween, in Bilskirnir built Of all the homes whose roofs I beheld My son's the greatest meseemed Oh Wuotan Where your ravens fly There is Gladsheim, and golden-bright There stands Walhall stretching wide There does Othin each day choose All those who fell in fight There is Folkvang, where Freyja decrees Who shall have seats in the hall 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 Oh Wuotan Where your ravens fly 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