Der Tod Wuotans (The Death of Wuotan)

Drums of war sound
Warriors are gathered to fight on the Wнgriрr plain
Charging men, wolves
Ravens and gods, worms
And beasts of darkness, the plain is lit with fire

Blood is flowing, bits of
Flesh, severed limbs, smashed skulls
And bodies lie strewn across the plain

Screams cut the air
Screams of anger and pain, the
Sound of metal blades and armour clashing
Clubs smashing bodies

Then, for a brief moment, everything stops
It is as if the universe holds its breath
Wuotan has fallen on the Wigri?
Plain, swallowed by Fanjariho
For a moment the time stands still
For Wuotan, Hail and Joy!