Two ravens stare from the heaven
they watch over us in the dark flat land
and they see how Wodans people wake
with Wodans blessing we head to battle
we grab the sword, the spear and the saks
the enemy hears how we call out a battlecry
the songs sound from our throats
they sings about Alvaders wisdom and power
and we see how the old god awakes
the cowerdous enemy fears our wrath
we fight for victory and else for death
and we see how wodan lives in us
Wodan hang in the tree, injured himself with a spear
a sacrifice to obtain the wisdom of the runes.
Struck by his hunger and thirst for 9 whole nights.
Thus he got the runes
the rune-writing, the magic writing he gave to the midgaardpeople.
A gift to us who fight with his blessing
Now we carve the runes in our swords for victory in battle
We see Walkuren ride through the skies (heavens) and would come to us.
Infinite your anger, your wisdom is great
give us the bless, the enemy the death
no fear to die, your people courageous
The world will know that Wodan rules.
Infinite your anger, your wisdom is great
Give me your knowledge of life and death
open my eyes and release my spirit
and then i will know that wodan rules 
Wodan Rules
Wodan knew where he would go, traveled through weather and wind along giant mountains and shadowrich (dont know if that is a word though, just much shadow vallies. To Mimirs source, located at the beginning of Yggdrasil.
Where Wodan came to obtain the eternal wisdom.
Not a single man would drink from that source that was its fate. Just one price would reward the man.
Wodan offered Mimir his eye so he would see better