Spear of Wotan - Graveland

Death is part of life And life is part of death Here on ancient tumulus Of our ancestors May our awareness Will and spirit Join the past and the future Of our b

Faces turn towards war Cold eyes searching the emptiness Night mixes with day Moon eclipsed sun Our motionless faces And cold glassy eyes Melt the foreboding wa

I am a warrior I grasp the greatness of my people And trustful I fight strenuously For a day I may have right upon The splendorous heritage of my ancestors By s

Waiting with hope The earth blooms again Fields alive and green Flowered carpets cover Bodies turned to dust I have witnessed my brothers Give their lives fight

It was night when they emerged from forest Our brothers were fewer than the enemy The braves of us died But wotan saw it all Later we knew that and some moons l

Fainting blood red the enemy lad with their own blood Battling together to many hordes of brothers Side by side Grasping a hand forged iron sword and a wooden s