Lletres:
Nomans Land

The ice chains will be broken by the first coming rill And sleeply mighty hands will feel free again Refreshing vital juices will run thru young veins

Hail, dragons of the sea! That sprouted by s dread Wood of spears, covered by fame Not once you tore vermin meat Enought for you in foreign lands To

Nobody will grieve and sob, when He once will fall asleep forever Only rain will drop avaricious tear In the name of last son of a fjord The nearest

Frost enslows your blood Can you hear the whisper of the sea? Will you sing the song for Northern wind? Is the wolf singing stroking your ears? The

Land of a cold flame Kingdom of the North Your breath is like ice storm Land of a cold flame Kingdom of winds You are shining like a white star The

Sol swept past along the scope of sky And gloomy warrior marched into his land Heavenly dome the trees is bent to the ground Thor is thundering through

The burning birds fell from The sky into the gloomy sea And the midnight has become Dawn from this flame Their crys in the midnight Were louder than

The raven spreads its runic wings Against (the) autumnal moon. The cowering pack awaits the Triumph, of Winter transfixed by awe. The hammer of cold

Steel water flows round the World As time flows from the beginning of time But nothing can change all those nine worlds Oars strongly scratched by the