Somewhere
In the Northern sea
Lies the Ut-Rёst
The island of plenty
With the sun glare
And it's meadows green
In violent storm
It is the safety
Ut-Rёst
Enchanted land
Of eternal glory
There
Lives the old man
With his three sons
The souls of the black crows
They care
For the fishermen
Who run the risk
When the gale-force wind wallows
If you got lost
Caught by the storm
Follow the raven to reach
The blessed shore
Of the isle
Of Ut-Rёst!
Enchanted land
Of eternal glory
Be aware
'Cause not everyone
Can see the shore
But only deserving
Who's brave
And pure in heart
In his time of woe
Will hear the crow's wings
7.06.11
The Ravens Of Ut-Rost
© Copyright: Суслова Елена, 2011
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