As the early dawn arises The last seeps of blood have vanished The sounds of steel, swallowed by the silence The ones that we lost have been perished.
I am called the chosen one The bringer of reports in blood The ones who took their breath in battle The ones, now feasting with the Gods.
The Jarl's bitter eyes, filled with indignation His beloved son has left our world Filled with wrath, filled with desperation Which will be answered by my banishment or the sword.
Only a journey through abandonment A odyssy through the frost The reach of the final domicile Can ressurect the ones we lost
My pride, stronger than my fright The Highlands cry my name Ascending through the glacial sky My journey will not be in vain
As the early dawn arises The last seeps of blood have vanished The sounds of steel, swallowed by the silence The ones that we lost have been perished.
I am called, the chosen one The bringer of the messages in blood Onwards to the mountain top Onwards to feast with the GodsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
