كلمات What Glory Remains

Oft I have seen Many a brilliant star to fade And night came creeping in to usurp that once shinning place... Long ago I was a mariner A viking conqueror... I sailed far with Erik the Red And a hundred brave men! What glory remains Of these ancient days? What songs will be sung In the days to come? Under hostile skies I have slept On the heardrest of the sword And dreamt of past glories long Now gone forevermore... I saw the fire that burns within The mystic caverns of Thule I journeyed to a world forlorn Where shades weep forevermore... Blackened by dragon's breath Under arrows I have dreamt Of the billows that caress The shores of home again and again... What glory remains Of the ancient days? What songs will be sung in the days and years to come? Alas! I've grown too old And my days are numbered... I neither have the strength Nor fire that I once did...