For The Knig's Advice

In our days of sorrow

With tears in the eyes

I went to the oaken palace

For the king´s advice

I´ll tell about the strangers

Who came from the southern lands

Who burned our wooden houses

And stole our bread

There were children played in the sun

The golden seas of ears ripened

Now my soul is weeping for them

My land is mute and grey-haired winds of ashes fly

The bitter smoke will disperse

The day will break again

The trees will rise

The ashes will be gone with the rain

But pain is taking my heart

I´ll speak to the mighty king

For those who nevermore

Will see another spring

There were children played in the sun

The golden seas of ears ripened

Now my soul is weeping for them

My land is mute and grey-haired winds of ashes fly

I walk through snowy mountains

Where no one´s been before

I see the light of blazes

That burnt my home

I walk through snowy mountains

And treasure faith and hope

I see the shade of evil

That look it all

There were children played in the sun

The golden seas of ears ripened

Now my soul is weeping for them

My land is mute and grey-haired winds of ashes fly

Once we ploughed our rich earth

And drank our rowan wine for thee

Now, my king, we´re hungry and lost

The hope is gone, the leaves don´t grow on blackened trees