Dark grows the sun and in summer soon Come mighty storm, would you know yet more? On a hill there sat and smote on his harp Eggther the joyous the giant's warder Then to the golds crowed Gollinkambi He wakes the heroes in Othin's hall
Farewell hallowed hall of Asgård Now the gentle dawn radiates not gold But blood red beams of one glorious horizon Far we must go to our impending doom Bifrost now wails and shakes under our march...
Much do we know and more can see Of the fate of the golds the mighty in fight Fast move the sons of Mim and fate Is heard in the note of the Gjallarhorn Loud blows Heimdall, the horn is aloft In fear quake all who on Hel-roads are...
Farewel hallowed halls of Asgård Now the gentle dawn radiates not gold But blood red beams of once glorious horizon Far we must go to our impending doom Bifrost now wails and shakes under our marchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
