throne Seat will not be set for thee At the league of free nations May this mark the end of your reign Let the lay of Thrym be heard Leave no tyrant out
: Flames of the free, just come and take me After I burn it will be your turn Ancient tales tell how life began in the ice and flames of the old world
: Days are long and nights are cold, the rivers run I'm swept away down distant paths, the road goes on From the halls of the free to the tower of torment
: Brother it breaks my heart How this could be your part Chains of a tyranny Left you in poverty, famine and despair Ill are the tidings too Freedom
: Ways of the wary and the ordinary Won't take all my time, waste all my days, let me rephrase All expire, I lived by the lyre Follow me To the fields
: Ellindur Bondi a Ja?ri Flestoll munnu hann muna Hann var so v?l til barna komin Triati atti hann synir Her er gott at dansa Ellindur stendur a hallargolvi
: Nine worlds of lore This is the place we keep the weapon of war Why have you come to Jotunheim all alone You must be tired and in vain you have flown
: Konning hans han sidder pa Kobenhavn Han lader de lonnebrev skrive Sender han dem til norrejylland Erik Otteson lover at give Der kommer aldrig saa
: You who think the hue of your hide means you are to blame And your father's misdeeds are his son's to carry in shame Not mine I'll take no part You
: Take your tyrant Take your tyrant Midwinter's eve falls hard upon the tyrant throne Migrant birds to warmer lands have flown As the tyrant ails, throw
Flames of the free, just come and take me After I burn it will be your turn Ancient tales tell how life began in the ice and flames of the old world
Days are long and nights are cold, the rivers run I'm swept away down distant paths, the road goes on From the halls of the free to the tower of torment
Ways of the wary and the ordinary Won't take all my time, waste all my days, let me rephrase All expire, I lived by the lyre Follow me To the fields
Brother it breaks my heart How this could be your part Chains of a tyranny Left you in poverty, famine and despair Ill are the tidings too Freedom comes
Konning hans han sidder pa Kobenhavn Han lader de lonnebrev skrive Sender han dem til norrejylland Erik Otteson lover at give Der kommer aldrig saa
Nine worlds of lore This is the place we keep the weapon of war Why have you come to Jotunheim all alone You must be tired and in vain you have flown
Ellindur Bondi a Ja?ri Flestoll munnu hann muna Hann var so v?l til barna komin Triati atti hann synir Her er gott at dansa Ellindur stendur a hallargolvi
