Текст песни: Bloodline + перевод

Oh, Father

I sit by your side

Last winter coloured your hair white

Once so strong

Wisdom still shines within your grey eyes

Night will come

The last journey is ahead

With no oars nor sail but with fire which carry you on your way

Oh, Father

I will make you proud

Watch me from the hall up high

Guide me on my journeys to come

Be the wind that guide my spear and my sail

I will keep our bloodline alive from Father to Son

My courage to strike when I need to strike

I was born to lead, like you once did

Gain the power of the runes

Oh, Father

I will make you proud

Watch me from the hall up high

I will give blood to the God of war

And Freja will shelter my young ones

Sacrifice to the God of thunder

Spare me from the wind and the rain

I see a great battle to come

It’s in my dreams at night

A cold winter morning

The disc of night still shining

The mist rising from the field

Forests of spears on the hill

Die in glory or prevail in glory

I will not be afraid this day

I know you’ll always watch over me

Oh, Father

I will make you proud

The God of war will see me

My sword will be held up high

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