Song | How Far to Asgaard |
Artist | Týr |
Album | How Far to Asgaard |
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作曲 : Holm, Joensen, Streymoy | |
A journey, with which we attempt to look beyond our boundaries | |
To answer questions asked for centuries | |
Will it not only leave us with more and greater mysteries | |
That's the question, that is | |
What keeps me rowing, I'm sick of this strife | |
I don't know where we're going, we trusted Leif | |
He said, "You'll see Vineland is out there | |
I can take us there I know where we are going | |
Don't deny your need for knowing how far | |
all goes on and where the oceans end | |
The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard" | |
Still we've sighted only sea till now | |
As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard | |
Greatness lies within the silence of the ocean | |
Where we end is not our decision | |
and though hidden, fate is fixed with no evasion | |
All men should try to live each | |
Day for the evening, each week for the end | |
each summer for the winter, each life for death | |
Tell me, does this all have a meaning | |
And Leif Ericsson just stared into the distance | |
And asked the questions, "How far does it | |
all go on and where do oceans end | |
The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard" | |
Still we've sighted only sea till now | |
As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard | |
Dagurin skín so fagurliga | |
Komið er hægst á summarið |
zuo qu : Holm, Joensen, Streymoy | |
A journey, with which we attempt to look beyond our boundaries | |
To answer questions asked for centuries | |
Will it not only leave us with more and greater mysteries | |
That' s the question, that is | |
What keeps me rowing, I' m sick of this strife | |
I don' t know where we' re going, we trusted Leif | |
He said, " You' ll see Vineland is out there | |
I can take us there I know where we are going | |
Don' t deny your need for knowing how far | |
all goes on and where the oceans end | |
The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard" | |
Still we' ve sighted only sea till now | |
As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard | |
Greatness lies within the silence of the ocean | |
Where we end is not our decision | |
and though hidden, fate is fixed with no evasion | |
All men should try to live each | |
Day for the evening, each week for the end | |
each summer for the winter, each life for death | |
Tell me, does this all have a meaning | |
And Leif Ericsson just stared into the distance | |
And asked the questions, " How far does it | |
all go on and where do oceans end | |
The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard" | |
Still we' ve sighted only sea till now | |
As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard | |
Dagurin ski n so fagurliga | |
Komi er h gst a summari |
zuò qǔ : Holm, Joensen, Streymoy | |
A journey, with which we attempt to look beyond our boundaries | |
To answer questions asked for centuries | |
Will it not only leave us with more and greater mysteries | |
That' s the question, that is | |
What keeps me rowing, I' m sick of this strife | |
I don' t know where we' re going, we trusted Leif | |
He said, " You' ll see Vineland is out there | |
I can take us there I know where we are going | |
Don' t deny your need for knowing how far | |
all goes on and where the oceans end | |
The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard" | |
Still we' ve sighted only sea till now | |
As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard | |
Greatness lies within the silence of the ocean | |
Where we end is not our decision | |
and though hidden, fate is fixed with no evasion | |
All men should try to live each | |
Day for the evening, each week for the end | |
each summer for the winter, each life for death | |
Tell me, does this all have a meaning | |
And Leif Ericsson just stared into the distance | |
And asked the questions, " How far does it | |
all go on and where do oceans end | |
The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard" | |
Still we' ve sighted only sea till now | |
As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard | |
Dagurin skí n so fagurliga | |
Komi er h gst á summari |