A land born of a Nordic tribe Long ago our fore fathers arrived To live with the wind, walk the fires Sent by the gods to please their desires The snow was gently falling A white mist filled the air I hear mid-winter calling And its calling for me Calling for me As I swing my sword in the wind I feel the powers it brings within Having it with me all my life My son can you hear the wolves cry Can you hear the wolves cry Now I pass it to you my son What was given to me that stormy night I feel the breeze come in cold Now I'm ready, please guide me home Please guide me home
@JanFriedrich-b3w8 ай бұрын
Wonderful Song✊
@jariilmarinyyssola1163 Жыл бұрын
Mahtavaa....
@james638534 жыл бұрын
Kiitos lataamisesta! Liukuhihnalla parhaat Mistreat -rallit.
@juha14234 жыл бұрын
Aivan mahtavaa! Oon kuunnellut tätä levyltä lukemattomia kertoja, mutta youtubesta en ole löytänyt. Kiitos tästä!!