G/Gambanteinn/...from the Eastern Shores (Yhdeksän Aallotarta)
On the vast shores of raging seas I stood. The salty air filled my lungs as I and waited. For from beneath the waves shalt rise many hungry dead and wielders of the scythes.
Many daughters of Rán rose. The Nine - Unknown to most. With the ship from the east that Loki steers. By the will and power of the Black Seer.
With swords and spears and axes they came. With blackest of serpents as whips. Oh how I joyed! Heil Rán! Heil Ægir! Heil Hrímgerðr! Your words shall echo death!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
