An old man is standing on the shore White hair on his shoulders A sharp sword in his hands Pounding waves remind him hooves of war The blood he spilled in battle The knees he never bent
He knows his time is coming, so he calls his highest saviour : "One eyed God of revenge, lend thy ear to hear my prayers ! Yggdrasil is far from being eroded Ragnarok is far from breaking my will Odin I'm calling thee May death have me on the battlefield !"
A young man is waiting for his first sword Pounding waves foretelling Of the knees he'll never bend
To appease a life of honour, he calls his highest saviour : "One Eyed God of revenge lend thy ears to hear my prayers ! Yggdrasil is far from being eroded Ragnarok is far from breaking my will Odin I'm calling thee May death have me on the battlefield !Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
