Тексты песен Folkearth

Listen, son I'll tell you now how Vikings die With a bloody axe An arm so strong and sword held high That's how a Viking dies We die in battle cry Trust in the Gods Trust in the Runes and in your stee

In the days of yore The royal hunt was on Loud bayed the hounds As Gediminas set forth In the holy woods Of old Sventaragis He laid down to rest Beneath an ancient oak And dreamt as only dream The men

He who alone faces thousands, He who stands when all kneel, He who walks where few dare, He whose voice speaks the truth... Is a true man of honor, A spirit unbowed; And in his chest is a'pounding A w