They call us discoverers of world Destroyers and bringers of death Sons of our fathers And now brothers of misfortune The sea embraces us The hours becomes years How much time has passed? There's no longer a home for us Lost in the nothingness The crows are coming back Only ashes remained of glory Your destiny is traced Bring me back to my North Once again fill my eyes There will not be walls made of spears of warriors There will not be roofs made of bright golden shields An eternity that is not worth living There will not be Valhalla for us And all that is left is a vanished vision Indefinite memory of a past life Broken roots torn hearts wounds of the soul Deeper than the dark ocean that is surrounding me Don't want to die here Bring me back to my NorthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
