Don't come near the stony barrow Birds who rest there shriek and die You will come to end like maddened sparrow If you find yourslef there, fear and fly Wraith of Torolv spreads his malice Bones are broken, Lives impaired His victims will be buried in this palace In his grave of evil and decay Cattle turn to rabid creatures People fear the tearing hate No relief in desperate tales of perachers Tormented and driven to their fateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
