Enslaved - Wotan dalszöveg

Naked, waste landscape 
Vast plains lead to the seashore in the west 
A northern wind sweeps over dead bodies 
A stranger has entered the domains of the vikings 

Die not lying sick, dastardly coward 
Draw sword, fight with the war gods 
Wotan! 

We shall fight until we see Ritrost 
We shell fight until Heimdal flows the Gjallarhorm 
We shall fight for our domains 
We shall fight with the war gods 
Wotan! 

Die not lying sick, dastardly coward 
Draw sword, fight with the war gods 
Wotan!