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The Rune

アーティスト:Týr  アルバム:How Far To Asgaard 

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Down from the mountain, cries of an headless love, high above Cold seems to me your kiss from the ocean deep, in my sleep I see you go south on the evening tide, end your fight Futile 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 born And my heathen kin it was that found and then populated this land Who is then this man who demands my scat He whose mighty ancestors drove mine out of Norway to seek new lands Which are slipping through my hands Hold they nothing more divine Than the property of land Set the thing here and then Line my booth with cloth, black as ravens wings See to that these men are dealt as those mighty kings men that came before Line my booth with cloth, black


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