Ásgeir Trausti

Fennir Yfir
Walk along a weary path The weather holds the aftermath Inside his sadness hiding Crying to the cliffs aloud Careless of the hills, it bowed The heavy wind keeps blowing Passing over pathless steps And pleading on the ground, oh lord! My soul is in your keeping Forward through the frost and snow Following the northern glow Inside his pain abiding From Letras Mania