Why I take refuge here, my father was outlawed from the old land in east A story of bloodshed and I too was outlawed, now I take refuge here What brings
Preklad: Tyr. Eric Red.
: I?ve learned all the lore, I?ve been told all the tales Ancient legends of war are the wind in my sails The deeds of the brave come alive in the rhyme
: Nightfall in my hall, all I can do is recall as I sit alone in the Darkness, I confess, my part was not any less than whose I was forced to impress
: I've been a wild rover for many a year And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with gold in great store And never I'll
: Vilji? t?r nu ly?a a me?an eg man kvo?a Um teir riku kongarnar sum eg vil nu um ro?a Grani bar gulli? av hei?i Bra hann sinum brandi av rei?i Sjur
: Og hvor i? enn klettum r??ur ei a vindi va Teir hildu um styrisvol ta odnin leg?i a "Legg upp i loti?," ropti ein og samdir teir hala a styrisvol,
offshore? ?You will not do that alone,? said Raymond ?You must come all seven of you,? said the young Raymond Raymond took his dear sword The one he called the red
: Essence, divergence, freedom, dependence where to belong to, I?m longing, belongings what to relate to, our nations try, my patience dry, relations
: ?Hvort skal tu ri?a, Olavur min a lofti hongur brynja tin Tu fer ikki at vei?a ta? hind men tu fer til tina leikalind Hvit er skjurtan, v?l er hon
: Why I take refuge here, my father was outlawed from the old land in east A story of bloodshed and I too was outlawed, now I take refuge here What
: From the fields of concrete slabs, towers of stone. ?cross an ocean before his bow Came the haggard Warrior all clad in rust of the Rainbow to tell
Essence, divergence, freedom, dependence where to belong to, I?m longing, belongings what to relate to, our nations try, my patience dry, relations lie
I?ve learned all the lore, I?ve been told all the tales Ancient legends of war are the wind in my sails The deeds of the brave come alive in the rhyme
Vilji? t?r nu ly?a a me?an eg man kvo?a Um teir riku kongarnar sum eg vil nu um ro?a Grani bar gulli? av hei?i Bra hann sinum brandi av rei?i Sjur?ur
From the fields of concrete slabs, towers of stone. ?cross an ocean before his bow Came the haggard Warrior all clad in rust of the Rainbow to tell us
