I broke off a branch of rowan-tree And sensed the sign of an approaching gale I drank the Ukko’s chalice And summoned the spirits of storm
At the crown of the mythic world I raised my Galdr Forceful rapids, the infinite sea Echoing between the hilltops
Endless thirst for wisdom For water of the fountain black I shall carve silver from wood On stormcircle, burning, flaming blue
A journey through a lifetime On luckless lands of north Answers hidden by the winters veil Destiny’s driven, forgotten, forlorn
Just tears of silver upon the water of deepest black Longing for a new spring When the olden shant, shall in circles echo mighty once more
”Noskaat norosta myrskyn henget, Hiekasta hevosväkit, Miekkamiehet liettehestä...” In the center of the skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
