Make room, you peoples, for our tread Wa are the last of the Goths, We don't carry treasure's load, Wa carry one that is dead.
Shields to shield and spear to spear, We travel to Northland's ground, Until we have in the far grey sea The Island Thule found.
It's said to be the island of troth where still valid are honor and oath There we sink the King into the Earth In a coffin of spears from ash.
Shields to shield and spear to spear, We travel to Northland's ground, Until we have in the far grey sea The Island Thule found
Make room,you peoples, for our tread Wa are the last of the Goths, We don't carry treasure's load, Wa carry one that is dead.
Shields to shield and spear to spear, We travel to Northland's ground, Until we have in the far grey sea The Island Thule found
We come,make room,you peoples, for our tread Through Rome's betraying gate., We only carry out king. the crown was lost by fate
Shields to shield and spear to spear, We travel to Northland's ground, Until we have in the far grey sea The Island Thule foundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
