Paroles de De Tause Fjell

Over the dark-the deep valleys of earth In the days of yore-they journey on the battlefield, their shining armour lay Between the mountaintops their cries still roar The quiet mountains, witness The days of yore! Like ice on the muddy, forest pond, breaking in the light of day Out of the woods where they stood Before they, to rest finally lay But now the time is upon them Once again, they shall the rise to ride the wind-song!