The ice chains will be broken by the first coming rill And sleeply mighty hands will feel free again Refreshing vital juices will run thru young veins
I have two dear fathers One has given me life The gift of another one Is the deathless fame The life of my second father Is cheerful and marry Each day
Hail, dragons of the sea! That sprouted by s dread Wood of spears, covered by fame Not once you tore vermin meat Enought for you in foreign lands To
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Nobody will grieve and sob, when He once will fall asleep forever Only rain will drop avaricious tear In the name of last son of a fjord The nearest
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Frost enslows your blood Can you hear the whisper of the sea? Will you sing the song for Northern wind? Is the wolf singing stroking your ears? The
Land of a cold flame Kingdom of the North Your breath is like ice storm Land of a cold flame Kingdom of winds You are shining like a white star The
Odin's birds like wolves in battle They spread their black wings, Like swords, like oars, In the water of Njord Open your eyes, and behold the radiant
Sol swept past along the scope of sky And gloomy warrior marched into his land Heavenly dome the trees is bent to the ground Thor is thundering through
Moon path lays before you in your dreams Armour is too heavy on your shoulders Standing on Drakkar gazing across the seas Touching your sword, and recall
The burning birds fell from The sky into the gloomy sea And the midnight has become Dawn from this flame Their crys in the midnight Were louder than
Awaiting victory and defeat Like wild wolf waits for its prey And glory will never die Saving the world from damnation Aces are in need of powerful
The raven spreads its runic wings Against (the) autumnal moon. The cowering pack awaits the Triumph, of Winter transfixed by awe. The hammer of cold
The sun will cast its dawning rays Upon the runes inscribed in rock. The mossy rock by the side of the road Has kept its secret since ages began. It
Steel water flows round the World As time flows from the beginning of time But nothing can change all those nine worlds Oars strongly scratched by the
The shadow glimpsing on water surface Vanished in the white Moon phantom light Steam gushing out of the pharynx of wolf Flying over the lake The grinding
