Secrets of the old forgotten times
Black ravens keep in the skyes -
Mjelnirr's echo, Slejpnir's run
In dance of snow forever gone.
Under mountain the dragon sleeps -
Battle horns will awake soon him.
Fallen in war, I'll stand before
The Northern King - the Odin's throne.
Ships are waiting,
Sea is calling.
Sky is heavy -
To horizon longing.
Walhalla, Valkaryes
From ancient mist again shall rise!
Our faith too strong and too old
We will not go to christian world.
Our faith is true*
Oh, Odin, Father you'll again shall rule.
*истинная вера имеется ввиду
Northern Divine
© Copyright: Владлена Щабрина, 2009
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