Burzum Ansuzgardaraiwo Letras:
Voices from the spirit world can be heard through
the dark winternights, the heartbeats of the
spirit. It is the holy twelve days of Yule. Dark
shapes can be seen in the sky; riders of death.
They suddenly charge down from the clouds in
wonderful wilderness; kings and chieftains,
thieves and murderers - all in the same phalanx,
drifting mysteriously through the air on spirit
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horses, arriving when least expected. Black
shields, furs from bear and wolf, shining blades,
open wounds and ropes still tied around their
necks; they are Wuotan's pack of warges, the
undead and the dead - the immortal warriors of
Ansuzgarda! The werewolves haunt the sacred twelve
days of Yule in packs, looking after the living;
hail the sacred traditions, hail the spirits of
the dead, hail the holy ritual of Wuotan, or face
the wrath of the Ansuz and the hooves of Sleipnir.
Face the Ansuzgardaraiwo!
Letras: Ansuzgardaraiwo Burzum [final]