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 ...