I lay my blade low as a yearning sign Oh, for my beloved North with its stalwart pines Beheld in the east the golden shores approaches The vast plains where the rivers doth shine From harshest of journeys of months at sea I now lay my sword down, my longing heart ashore
Greet me home, greet my return For thee, my love, my heart shall forever burn
The path of life, its turns and it twists For victors and lost in glory the end abide The threads of fate of destined bestow My path to follow as the Norns them wove I outlived the night, yet to my dwelling return To sacred ground worthy my flesh and bone
A predicted doom, a downward spiral Twined with the flow of time, yet I return... To where I belong... To where I set my feet... To where I heal my wounds... To where I make my home is where I build my Throne
Greet me home, greet my return For thee, my love, my heart shall forever burn
Upon my throne, gaunt and tired I sweat the blood of the sword By the edge of the water, weary and worn My horse of the seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
