After the earth is sated By the blood of gods and men Demon howls no longer rend the air When the roar of distant battle Dies away on gusting winds Let the wolves and ravens take their share
When the best of Odin' hearth troops Gathered from the northern lands Warrior kinsmen those who never yield All beserks and saga heroes Once within the golden hall Now lie in crimson heaps upon the field
Soon the rain will wash the corpses Bitter winds will scour the field And the leaves will bleach in summer's rule Mankind best again have fallen From the ashes none shall rise For the final blaze consumes us all
From the ashes none shall rise From the ashes none shall rise From the ashes none shall rise From the ashes none shall riseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
