The Rune

Down from the mountain

Cries of an headless love

High above

Cold seems to me your kiss

From the ocean deep

In my sleep I see you

Go south on the evening tide

End your fight

Futile attempts

You can't change the way

Of our day and age of

Heathen and hel

I've been living here from when I was born

And my heathen kin it was that found

And then populated this land

Who is then this man who demands my scat?

He, whose mighty ancestors drove mine

Out of norway to seek new lands

Which are slipping through my hands

Hold they nothing more divine

Than the property of land

Set the thing here and then

Line my booth with cloth, black as ravens wings

See to that these men are dealt

As those mighty king's men that came before

Old and weak I am, a pain behind my eyes

Here in darkness with my silver bags

Let them come in and take what's mine

All the islands should be mine

But we're running out of time

Wield the axe and make them mine

I will rule within my time

Here in pain

Here in darkness

Here in decadence lies my land

Like a rune that's written by gods

Upon the ocean deep

So it reads: "thou shalt not enslave thy kin"

I swear this oath!

I'll keep my faith and

I'll keep my kin from all harm

Raise the song to the mountains majesty

For thee

Now that millennium has gone

And the sad and weary tales

Of the subsequent events

Are what's left of greater times

Now that millennium has gone

And the sad and weary tales

Of the subsequent events

Are what's left of greater times