The Wanderer the one who walks these earthly roads
 what do you seek among this rotten world
 here where only betrayals and meanness could survive
 By your faith in your fatherland they would call you heretic
 May it be the honour you''re looking for but it exists no longer or may it be the kinsmenship
 The one you''ll never find once a hand of your brother is eager to stab you back with knife
 so the human worm do mock the greater gods for ages the cursed from was forged
 The road from honest sword towards the coward bullet
 And the very thunders forged in the heavenly armoury now could be hiding even in the electric chair.
 The world is [bad word] with dump and bitter darkness [bad word] by [bad word] to progress
 It''s eaten up and put ob knees before the scoundlers here is the final of your amazing play
 But to live doesn''t mean to survive be cursed these times of the damnation and the scum
 By sharpening my blade I live awaiting Ragnarok and only the strongest ones could murder
 The weakness which has [bad word] the prophet of this world
 We spit upon our pain we walk towards our doom we live awaiting Ragnarok
 When the glitter of gold is more precious than the rays of shining sun
 The soul went blind from dirt they throw upon my eyes
 The worm crowls towards the gold together with salvation prays
 To be a kinsmen it means to [bad word] be one''s brother
 To be in brotherhood it means to die for them
 But so many here try to find the faults in their own brothers
 And murder them to the greater joy of the [bad word] [bad word]  To stay the same to isolate yourself from others or burn in soulside flames die young
 To be all or no one to be the shadow behind it all or one could be a greater memory among its folk
 And coated into spiders web, the one just like the thousands others
 The coward tries to steal the strength of the strongest
 The man is stealing the force which was given by the gods
 Who is greater the wolf or the bear or maybe falkon is better than the raven
 Inside of senseless questions among the foolish people
 I feel Ragnarok breaths to be alive, means to [bad word] at full do not await till oldness take your breath
 Watch the stars and walk your only path its time for vilest Ragnarok