High above shinning steel Flyga hverjan dag A chilling wind now blows in the north Setting course for the raven's flight Jormungrund yfir
Over the hills, through valley and field Flyga hverjan dag A chilling tale now comes from the north Ravens fly in the blood red sky Jormungrund yfir
The beating of wings The howl of the wind Bright summer sun reddened with blood That which once was green Now scorched, blackened with ash Days grow cold under dark wings
That which is fed on the lives of men And leads men to their deaths Flying above, searching, wandering Never wondering...
High above shinning steel Flyga hverjan dag The dawn is met with of black How the winds now blow so strong Jormungrund yfir Carrying wings of black
The distant skies of ancient times Flyga hverjan dag Above the realms of forest, valley and sea How the winds now blow so strong Jormungrund yfir Carrion wings of blackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
