A ninth one I shall sing, To summon fiery seas The storms that I calm down And cradle waves to sleep The creative one must strive To conquer truth or die And blind will learn to see When carved are Runes so right
They revealed themselves To blindfolded man For only divine can See where no lies will stand Through the heidentor The seers led their horde Mortal men would weep – And skalds began to sing Be praised, oh great Santur! Be praised, oh great Santur! Be praised, oh great Santur!
As history is written by wolves No glory received by fleeing from the gods As high priest of Santur's gone Refused to die before his time Our wild hunt Can't be tamed For man wants two things Danger and playTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
