A force assembled, we journey to the mountains To seek the swordsmith, residing there To seek the aid of his weaponry All who know this hermit speak of his skill “Swordsmith, come forth from your cave, We call upon your prowess and your strength A blade we need, to send back Those foes which have breached the gates Foul things from beyond the winter gates” There comes a stirring from the cave
“We forge this blade, black steel, to fucking kill off giants. I forge this steel imbued with blood from fucking giants. Heat with fire, cool with snow, burning forge, we’ve only just begun. Hammering, folding, tempering, this blade for slaying giants.”
These fumes of red-hot steel And Jotunn blood Fill me with new found drive And strength to spare I see the bastard’s eyes Glowing like flames The dreaded Jotunn, Fornjot Has seen my face Fornjot, the source of wind, Has stole the throne of Thrym. Usurping and seizing Power in Jotunheim. He seeks to bring the twilight, The Ragnarok Defying prophesy, Deceiving the godsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
