Armed armies march towards the battle   The warriors of Wotan, not knowing good grace,   Pain nor mercy for enemies   The enemies of Wotan are their enemies as well   Small villages surrounded by forest stand a flamed   Screaming and crying is all that is heard   The oppressive smoke climbs to high peeks   And it covers the bodies of the murdered   In response to the barbaric attack   They fought bravely, but they were defeated   They couldn't defeat the Hatred   That came from the Northern woods   Much blood was split and many hearts were pierced    The fire absorbed and obliterated the traces of the crimes   And the wind scattered the ashes   The warriors of Wotan left as fast as they came   No one knows were they came for   And to were they headed off to   The only things that remained were the bodies of the dead    And the burnings upon the ground    Now nobody know if they fought another battle   Or if they engulfed into a dark forest   Nobody knows the paths that the Wolves of Wotan walk upon   The Gods of war incline to them   And Wotan himself gives them his strength   No one dares to go after them   Nobody dares to go against Wotan's will   Spilled Christian blood will never be avenged