Quiet Waters black, clad in fog: A sullen grey All doubt has fallen back, withering end of days Am echoing realm before me, All fates yet withhold A greeting of steel befell us, darkness to unfold
swords of ice splinter through me upon this rock hewn quay Cries of death surround me now Yet not alone I stay
An oaken glade, alight with fire My shield heavy and cold Shadows dance beyond and ancient world It is here my tale be told
An oaken glade, burning alight with crimson flames My shield heavy and cold Shattered asunder this death foretold Shadows dance within an ancient blackened world Be it here my heathen valor showed
Winds remain silent now The truth yet behold Lie down before me To greet thy forefathers old
Across this land of pines I tread Ever closer to the evening star Im led What lay ahead of me now I know not why i go Something deep inside of me This mountain air I follow!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
