Ensiferum

[Remmivs]

Victory Songs (2007)

06. Wanderer

In time bleeding wounds will heal
Unlike some which are too deep to see
Like scars in a nomads soul
Their mending is so slow
Not the shout of a hundred enemies
Can make him feel fear inside him
But when sun sets and the cold arrives
With crushing solitude in the darkness of night

He will ride across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone

With bare hands he has taken many lives
He has had a hundred women by his side
From enchanted woods to the freezing north
He is known at every sea and far beyond
As the moon grows and the circle is complete
He lies down and waits for sleep
But there's always a scenery in his mind
Of all that beauty he once left behind

He will ride across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone

He will ride across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone

He will ride across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone

[latrevw]

това ми подейства едновременно вълшебно и мотивиращо, и поетично, и вдъхновяващо, и прекрасно в началото на един див ден

не ги познавам момчетата, но много ми харесват, и текста особено

[Remmivs]

Яки са наистина! Така да се каже метъл с елементи на викингски фолклорни музи. Т.е. валкирии. И като казах валкирии та се сетих да си пусна и това

Blood Of My Enemies

[latrevw]

Яки са наистина! Така да се каже метъл с елементи на викингски фолклорни музи. Т.е. валкирии. И като казах валкирии та се сетих да си пусна и това

Blood Of My Enemies

ее това е различно, направо нахлува

[Dark Angel]

ее това е различно, направо нахлува

това освен че нахлува и те носи на крилете си

[Remmivs]

To Asgard the Valkyries fly
High over head,
They carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemies lies