Far away, remote from the sun There is a mighty hall Venom falls from the vent of the roof Tears of snakes turn into rivers
All they who murdered and broke the oath Are doomed to wade through poisoned brooks The hall, which doors face to the north Entwined and bordered with serpent spines
From Niflheim the dragon flies Bearing the corpses of men and their gore Sitting to guard over Hvergelmir's well At the land called dead man´s shore
A region for the banished one´s Who fought in bloody revenge To rule the grim and clean the world Their souls will vanish in agony and blood
All they who murdered and broke the oath Are doomed to wade through poisoned brooks The hall, which doors face to the north entwined and bordered with serpent spines
Far away, remote from the sun There is a mighty hall The hall, which doors face to the north Entwined and bordered with serpent spines
From Niflheim the dragon flies Bearing the corpses of men and their gore Sitting to guard over Hvergelmir's well At the land called dead man´s shoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
