cold earth of our cold earth with blood creeping on
my pale soul on one of my bold mountains shines
mektige norskc sjeler bemorket av norronsk trollskhet ut av taakcslor,
Instrumental
en evig vandring et inderlig onske hos et lite barn
Bloodred sky
Bloodred fields
The sun in its last breath
Providing the shadows
in shimmering circle of silver light by lightning, thunder,
at dusk a stillness falls defeated warriors seized from life