Song | Howl Ravens Come |
Artist | Einherjer |
Album | Norwegian Native Art |
作曲 : Storesund | |
Tell me, Nikar, thou must know | |
The fate of Gods and men | |
When to wield the spear and bow | |
What omens do you send | |
In my words take heed | |
On woeful foes to dwell | |
Fields of scattered ravens feed | |
The forceful Gram knows well | |
Bloodeagle carved | |
With a bone-biting sword | |
Song of the wielded | |
Howl the ravens chord | |
Many an omen men only knew | |
Good when swords are swung | |
Unfailing followers battle through | |
Dark ravens come along | |
Heavy weight the second weighs | |
Arrayed with rage of war | |
Good if you see two men in race | |
For victors ancient lore | |
Bloodeagle carved | |
With a bone-biting sword | |
Song of the wielded | |
Howl the ravens chord | |
Howl ravens come | |
A third thing: Good hearing , the howl of a wolf | |
Carried from an ashes boughs | |
Good if you first sight thine enemies | |
Triumph over broken brows | |
No man in battle, his face shall turn | |
Against the sister of the moon | |
Scattered on the battlefield the bleeding burn | |
Awoken as a victor soon |
zuò qǔ : Storesund | |
Tell me, Nikar, thou must know | |
The fate of Gods and men | |
When to wield the spear and bow | |
What omens do you send | |
In my words take heed | |
On woeful foes to dwell | |
Fields of scattered ravens feed | |
The forceful Gram knows well | |
Bloodeagle carved | |
With a bonebiting sword | |
Song of the wielded | |
Howl the ravens chord | |
Many an omen men only knew | |
Good when swords are swung | |
Unfailing followers battle through | |
Dark ravens come along | |
Heavy weight the second weighs | |
Arrayed with rage of war | |
Good if you see two men in race | |
For victors ancient lore | |
Bloodeagle carved | |
With a bonebiting sword | |
Song of the wielded | |
Howl the ravens chord | |
Howl ravens come | |
A third thing: Good hearing , the howl of a wolf | |
Carried from an ashes boughs | |
Good if you first sight thine enemies | |
Triumph over broken brows | |
No man in battle, his face shall turn | |
Against the sister of the moon | |
Scattered on the battlefield the bleeding burn | |
Awoken as a victor soon |