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FALKENBACH lyrics : "Where his ravens fly"

Geri and Freki does heerfather feed
The far-famed fighter of old
But on wine alone does the one-eyed god

Wuotan, forever live

O'er Midgard hugin and Munin both

Each day set forth to fly
For Hugin I fear lest he come not home
But for Munin my care is more


There Valgrind stands, the sacred gate
And behind're the holy doors

Old is the gate, but few there are
Who can tell it's tightly locked


Five hundred doors and forty there are
I ween, in Walhall's walls
Eight hundred fighters through one door fare

When to war with wolf they go

Five hundred roomsand forty there are

I ween, in Bilskirnir built
Of all the homes whose roofs I beheld
My son's the greatest meseemed


Oh Wuotan
Where your ravens fly


There is Gladsheim, and golden-bright
There stands Walhall stretching wide

There does Othin each day choose
All those who fell in fight


There is Folkvang, where Freyja decrees
Who shall have seats in the hall
Half of the dead each day does she choose

The other half does Othin have

Now am I Othin, Ygg was I once

Ere that did they call me Thund
Wodan and Oden, and all, methinks,
Are the names for none but me


Oh Wuotan
Where your ravens fly


Hail to thee, for hailed thou art
By the voice of Veratyr

Where Valgrind stands, the sacred gate
Ye will find nine golden doors


Hail to thee, for hailed thou art
By the voice of Veratyr
Old is the gate, but few there are

Who can tell how it's tightly locked

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