The Rune Lyrics

	作曲 : Holm, Joensen, Thompsen
	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 kings men that came before
	Line my booth with cloth, black as ravens wings
	Here in darkness with my silver bags, let them come in and take what's mine
	All the islands should be mine
	But were 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

	zuo qu : Holm, Joensen, Thompsen
	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 kings men that came before
	Line my booth with cloth, black as ravens wings
	Here in darkness with my silver bags, let them come in and take what' s mine
	All the islands should be mine
	But were 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

	zuò qǔ : Holm, Joensen, Thompsen
	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 kings men that came before
	Line my booth with cloth, black as ravens wings
	Here in darkness with my silver bags, let them come in and take what' s mine
	All the islands should be mine
	But were 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

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