Winds of Trondheimsfjorden-Fferyllt

[ti:Winds of Trondheimsfjorden] [ar:Fferyllt] [al:Dance of Druids] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Winds of Trondheimsfjorden - Fferyllt [00:23.88]Icy winds blowing from raging northern sky [00:31.51]Drakkars are calling those who vocated to win or to die [00:39.22]Sails on the horizon take away them far from home [00:47.14]Many will grow in man many they will not return [00:55.24]Smell of burning yet not troubles [00:58.78] [00:59.29]Swords that rest in mighty hands [01:03.06]Sound of thunder broke the silence [01:06.99]That was heard in distant lands [01:11.21]Rise ye sons of frost and metal [01:14.69]Rise ye children of the waves [01:18.75]Win the world or die in battle [01:22.74]Send to hel those christian slaves [01:26.54] [01:50.59]Fortress in fire screams of the dying run through the night [01:58.06]Sower of discords stands by his faithfuls side [02:05.92]Rage of the vikings turns into horror young and old [02:14.00]Rainbow is rising Asgard is shining with roofs of gold [02:21.34] [02:22.07]Rise ye sons of frost and metal [02:25.56]Rise ye children of the waves [02:29.61]Win the world or die in battle [02:33.50]Turn to dust all christian slaves [02:37.79]Wind brings the drakkars back to the Trondheim shore [02:45.33]Met with the honor maiden's smile and widow's sore [02:53.19]Fires are taking bodies and arms of warriors slain [03:01.50]Waves slightly whisper of battles that to be again