Out of frost and fire, there was chaos long ago Mighty King slew the beast as the norsemen know From the rushing blood the ocean, hear their thunderous cries From the toilsome remains Indra, make the underworld rise
Of his hair he shed the forest, of his skull, the blinding skies Sculpted from his bones tho mountains, beneath them we all lie Lo, today, upon my window Indra carves on every pane to admonish my sceptic smile A new world order again
Out of frost and fire, there was chaos long ago Mighty King slew the beast as the norsemen know Who shall say the gods hae left us or that the power is lost? Flash upon my raptured sight out of fire and frost
Leader of the Gods, lord of the skies He brings a storm of heaven's wrath to heed our cries A realm awaits our passing, and as our empire dies From the blackened soil of earth the underworld shall rise
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Leader of the Gods, lord of the skies He brings a storm of heaven's wrath to heed our cries A realm awaits our passing, and as our empire dies From the blackened soil of earth the underworld shall riseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
