Fyrgenstream - Wodensthrone

Come Wælcyrige, take me from this place*

I long to feel your embrace

And this body shall be my prison no longer

Rain down upon me and wash away this life

Which neither words nor deeds can redeem

Take me to the gates of the shining citadel

So that I may feast alone in silent halls

Beside the flowing mountain-stream

Let me take upon myself this curse

Let my bloodline die with me

Let the great wind sing a lament to this land where nobility is no more