Texty:
Falchion Legacy Of Heathens

with vikings He found many wrecks and brought the treasures to the kings His name reads in the walls of grottos He'll never die in the tale of heathens

The ancient tale told me That ravens hold the broken stone And knights of mighty valleys Protect that sacred amulet It's time to walks to the ravenrocks

Whole the land is soon in ruins There is no remains of times When the legions rode through the sky Into the abyss I will dive My fellows were exiled

As I breath in the woods I smell the blood of wolfs I was born in the cradle of forest I got my milk from the wolfs And I dressed myself in the skin

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