Theudho
Cult of Wuotan
1. Zeitenwende
In the age before the coming of the Nazarene
Different principles ruled the earth
Men lived not by the grace of false ideals
But by the strength of their arms
and the sharpness of their swords
It was not the weak, the feeble and the cowardly
but the strong and the righteous
who claimed the throne
Hear the whispers of your ancestors,
feel them in your blood
Join us ... in the cult ... of Wuotan!
2. Terror Cimbricus
Driven from the Northlands
The tribe of the Cimbri wandered
Spurred by their restless nature
Their destiny spun by the Norns
A pure and noble people
Strengthened by hardship
Led by the gods to the south
Towards the Roman border
Give the Romans nothing! - Terror Cimbricus!
Ontneem ze alles! - Terror Cimbricus!
Tod vor Unehre! - Terror Cimbricus!
Segra eller dö! - Terror Cimbricus!
Not prepared for betrayal
The Cimbri were deceived
Shameless Roman tactics
No honour in this defeat
Awaken the fury of Wuotan
In every beating heart
This fight we will not lose
No life in slavery
Give the Romans nothing! - Terror Cimbricus!
Ontneem ze alles! - Terror Cimbricus!
Tod vor Unehre! - Terror Cimbricus!
Segra eller dö! - Terror Cimbricus!
3. Thumelicus
While the barley of Huginn
Lies unburried still;
Their bones picked clean by ravens
The liberator of Germania was betrayed
Wuotan gives and Wuotan takes!
A fate worse than death was her share
Thusnelda, a trophy for Germanicus
So Thumelicus was born
A slave of noble blood ...
Wuotan gives and Wuotan takes!
Able to meet his end
with the fire of Wuotan
clenched firmly in his hand;
the final path to Valhalla
There is no place for personal fame
There is only the thread spun by the maidens
Who dwell by the well of Urd
Steering your fate, towards glory or disgrace...
4. Harjaz
Germania in chains, ravaged by wars
Life and death, governed by steel
In these times resistance is spawned
its grimness corresponding to the land
Death prevails on moonless nights
When men are turned to wolves
With blackened shields and swords
Harjaz from the underworld
The end is near when the night is black
and hailstorms scourge the land
When demonic warriors arise
Ghosts without a past
Eredication is at hand
When terror fills their hearts
and an icecold staggering gale
will carry their souls away
Rising from the soil like fog
Demise lurking in the dark
Warriors of Teutonic blood
Sworn to the gods of war
Germania unchained, eager for war
Their demise, delivered by steel
5. Silence Reigned over the Bog
Welcome to the bog, where silence reigns
Their existence ends here, it all comes to a halt ...
No place for cowards
No tolerance for the feeble
No respect for the unjust
No life for the unworthy
Along this deserted trail
Bordered by pagan idols
They take their final breath
As the noose is tightened
Kill them for Wuotan!
Kill them for Donar!
Feel your life slip away, darkening before your eyes
Feel the chill of the bog, becoming one with you
Welcome to the bog, where silence still reigns
Their existence ended here, it all came to a halt ...
6. The Fall of Rome
Iron runs like blood through our veins
Our will as strong as stone
Born to rule these lands
Not to serve foreign lords
Immune to the venom of your speech
Not a part of the worthless mob
Unspoiled by outlandish gold
Not bound by oaths made by bastards
This is our awakening,
The dawn of Germanic pride
Never kneeling like a victim
Well aware that might is right!
Behold, the hour has come
Feeble, the frail flock writhes
Shred to pieces by wolves;
Hate proved stronger than chains
Empires rise - and they all fall;
Especially those led by greed
Where one corrupt predator
Is eager to devour the next
This is our awakening,
The dawn of Germanic pride
Never kneeling like a victim
Well aware that might is right!
Burn! Empire of decadence!
Burn! Cesspool of iniquity!
Burn! Hotbed of degeneracy!
Burn! And silence will prevail ...
Burn!
7. Veleda
I see through the veil of time
I see the threads spun by the maidens
I see light where others see but darkness
I see the future as I’ve lived the past
Oh, Bructerian prophetess
Foresight is what we seek
Visions of times to come
Will the gods deal us defeat?
Will we dine in the other world
Or live yet another day
As free men, unchained
Liberated from their rule?
Sleep is dreaming of times to come
While I dream, weavers are waking
The rope they wind is what I know
Through my wisdom, truth is told
I see victory at hand
I see their unglorious defeat
I see ravens circling
I see them feasting on their meat
The time had come to seek our fate,
to rule or die for this land
With sword in hand, we rage on
Storm of steel; a sea of blood
Sword dew drenched the soil
as the dance of blades went on
Hear the cries of those subdued
Harvest of eagles and wolves
Sleep is dreaming of times to come
While I dream, weavers are waking
The rope they wind is what I know
Through my wisdom, truth is told
8. Ahnenkult
Senseless devotion is for the weak,
clinging to the splendour of Christ
Hoping for illusions to prevail
Bowing to the cross while their brothers fall
Golden rules and alien laws
crafted for betrayal
These words act as a cloak
for the foulness of your creed
I’d rather go to hell
with my noble ancestors
than to reside in heaven
with the likes of you!
You claim to preach the word of God
The teachings of prophets alike
In reality your soul is stained;
like the black heart in your chest
Deaf to the call of blood;
the voices of your fathers
Nothing but a meek-eyed thrall
clinging to the gospel of decay
I’d rather go to hell
with my noble ancestors
than to reside in heaven
with the likes of you!
Empires are not conquered
by martyrs and empty words
But by storms of steel and flame;
As decided in the iron game
Don’t seek salvation for your soul
in foreign lords or hoards of gold
Heed the grim primordial law
Thou born of steel, not of straw!
9. Wuotanes Her
I feel the shame of him dying in his bed
for the glory of Christ,
refraining from bloodshed
Pain did you avoid,
but how will you escape death?
Redundant human life, waiting for the end ...
Can’t you feel the anger in your blood?
Can’t you see the deceit of “God”?
Can’t you see the despair of your foes
as their worthless blood flows?
I eternally blaspheme the Holy Ghost
I spit in the face of your pathetic God
I walk the path of the warrior
and hallow myself to Wuotan
Hear the howling of the wind
In this cold winter night
The storm carries the spirits
Of those initiated in the cult of Wuotan
I hail the downfall of this sickening world
Where the meek prey upon the strong
The shadow of the cross blinds all light
Eternal darkness is what your god brings
Can’t you distinguish truth from lies?
Can’t you hear their painful cries?
Can’t your hear the hatred in their words
as the legacy of your people burns?
I eternally blaspheme the Holy Ghost
I spit in the face of your pathetic god
I walk the path of the warrior
and hallow myself to Wuotan
10. Prophecies in Flames
Already eight nights this torment has lasted
Tied between two fires, without food I am
the man who no dog would dare to assail
The flames so fierce, scorching my cloak
Blessed be Agnar,
bringer of the horn
No man on this earth
Easier gained favour
Much did you lose
Geirröd Hrauthungson
The help of the fallen
The favour of Wuotan
Wroth with thee are the Disir
Misled by friends art thou now
Dripping with blood a sword I see
Impaled on steel, thy reign will end
Those fallen by the sword
Wuotan now shall have!
11. Ergriffenheit
Dormant is his energy
He is the ghostly hunter
who moves in silence
and stirs the wild heart to beat with rigour
He is the mythic king
who finds the Grail
Riding on a storm of power
His dominion returns ...
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