A troll screams with longing Gods drown in fatal wounds Tunnels of rot grows inside Strong arms The mountains will no longer be moved
Only the slave owns his own freedom When kings follow the laws of christened men
Who will carry forth the silver Who will guard the bow Who will judge fairly With hearts of coal
Worm with no skin Who would want to Enter such a world
The great men kill their children with blunt swords Let them regret Let them suffer But give them no comfort
Never give them your hand Never let them see the eye
Toothless bastards Who wants to hear such words The white christ kills his mother
Let them freeze, let them starve But give them no comfort
If the few endures the journey Then, we will build the wall If the few endures the journey Then we will build the wall If the few endures the journey Then we will build the wallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
