Took him from the field of dead Laid his body upon a pyre Placed his helm upon his head Cleansed his soul with pagan fire Tales of wars he won Sung by skalds in hall up high There his time has begun Where valiant warriors never die
Almand your doom For a chief there is no tomb Purified by pagan fire Almand our lord Live and die by the sword Flames send your spirit to the sky
Men gather to hail their chief Flames light up the valley this night Their hearts burning with grief Almand departs in the dying light To Valhalla his soul is sent With Odin he feasts and tells his tale Now his saga is at an end His name lives on in Longdendale
Almand your doom For a chief there is no tomb Purified by pagan fire Almand our lord Live and die by the sword Flames send your spirit to the sky
The new chief cleanses his crimson blade As the spirit of Almand begins to fade away Lewin claims his throne atop the bloody Redgate Ruling with Ineld’s hand, for his next trial he waitsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
