Týr Faroese
The Rune
Down from the mountain, cries of an headless love, high aboveCold seems to me your kiss from the ocean deep, in my sleepI see you go south on the evening tide, end your fightFutile attempts, you can't change the way, of our day and age of heathen and Hel"I've been living here from when I was bornAnd my heathen kin it was that found and then populated this landWho is then this man who demands my scatHe whose mighty ancestors drove mine out of Norway to seek new landsWhich are slipping through my handsHold they nothing more divineThan the property of landSet the thing here and thenLine my booth with cloth, black as ravens wingsSee to that these men are dealt as those mighty kings men that came beforeOld and weak I am, a pain behind my eyesHere in darkness with my silver bags, let them come in and take what's mineAll the islands should be mineBut we're running out of timeWield the axe and make them mineI will rule within my timeHere in painLetras de cancionesHere in darknessHere in decadenceLies my land like a rune that's written by the gods upon theOcean deep, so it reads, thou shalt not enslave my kin, ISwear this oath, I'll keep my faith andI'll keep myKin from all harm, raise the song to the mountains majesty for thee"Now the millenium has goneAnd the sad and weary talesOf the subsequent eventsAre what's left of greater timesThe millenium has goneAnd the sad and weary talesOf the subsequent eventsAre what's left of greater times
From Letras Mania