Song | Valdr Galga |
Artist | Thyrfing |
Album | Valdr Galga |
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作曲 : Lindgren, Löf | |
I know that | |
I hung in this tree | |
All of nights nine | |
Wounded by the spear, given to myself | |
Enlightened | |
I'll become | |
No horn they upheld, nor handed me bread | |
I looked below me, aloud | |
I cried Caught up the runes, caught them up wailing | |
Then to the ground | |
I fell again | |
I know that | |
I hung in this tree | |
All of nights nine | |
Wounded by the spear, given to myself | |
Enlightened | |
I'll become | |
From the son of | |
Bolthorn, | |
Bestla's father | |
I mastered mighty songs nine | |
And a drink | |
I had from the strongest mead | |
Got out from? thraerir | |
Valdr galga | |
Yggdrasil must abide | |
More than to men is known | |
The hart browsing above, it's bark rotting | |
And Nidhogg gnawing beneath |
zuo qu : Lindgren, L f | |
I know that | |
I hung in this tree | |
All of nights nine | |
Wounded by the spear, given to myself | |
Enlightened | |
I' ll become | |
No horn they upheld, nor handed me bread | |
I looked below me, aloud | |
I cried Caught up the runes, caught them up wailing | |
Then to the ground | |
I fell again | |
I know that | |
I hung in this tree | |
All of nights nine | |
Wounded by the spear, given to myself | |
Enlightened | |
I' ll become | |
From the son of | |
Bolthorn, | |
Bestla' s father | |
I mastered mighty songs nine | |
And a drink | |
I had from the strongest mead | |
Got out from? thraerir | |
Valdr galga | |
Yggdrasil must abide | |
More than to men is known | |
The hart browsing above, it' s bark rotting | |
And Nidhogg gnawing beneath |
zuò qǔ : Lindgren, L f | |
I know that | |
I hung in this tree | |
All of nights nine | |
Wounded by the spear, given to myself | |
Enlightened | |
I' ll become | |
No horn they upheld, nor handed me bread | |
I looked below me, aloud | |
I cried Caught up the runes, caught them up wailing | |
Then to the ground | |
I fell again | |
I know that | |
I hung in this tree | |
All of nights nine | |
Wounded by the spear, given to myself | |
Enlightened | |
I' ll become | |
From the son of | |
Bolthorn, | |
Bestla' s father | |
I mastered mighty songs nine | |
And a drink | |
I had from the strongest mead | |
Got out from? thraerir | |
Valdr galga | |
Yggdrasil must abide | |
More than to men is known | |
The hart browsing above, it' s bark rotting | |
And Nidhogg gnawing beneath |