Ansuzgardaraiwo Lyrics - Burzum

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 

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!