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
I have two dear fathers One has given me life The gift of another one Is the deathless fame The life of my second father Is cheerful and marry Each day
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
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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
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
Golden rye waits in the fields For the harvest coming up Man is waiting for sunise Bears crown to try on Wind bends rye spikes to the ground This time
