When this frail house of flesh can no longer hold my spirit if my enemies take me in war or if fate leaves me prey to the ravage of years I ask this of you this and no more
Place my bones in the ground Let me face to the north give me axe give me shield give me sword As the crow reels in flight and the teeth of death bite raise a mound over me and my hoard
When the last drop is drained when the mead hall runs dry when the fire burns low on the hearth as the hammers are crossed on the midwinter frost I will walk on the gods' starlit path Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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