Depression
I lie down after long dreams,
I lie awake, my mind is dull.
I feel a powerful boil of hatred,
I squeeze revenge if the former sór.
The world should be blind,
I look towards black peaks,
Hell should be in many forms:
Dark, cold, ice and snow.
Hell's soul fell from the sky,
Tore me from life and men.
Hatred entered my mind,
Held me I'm still alive.
Let's forget that cowardly cry,
I find myself on sea and land.
I come to that ancient damn,
Our meetings come closer.
Morning sun in a higher place,
The memories sink in.
Great is the rage,
Rífur the wounds hated it.
Once upon a time there was a river to find
That was beautiful for my children,
But now I have work to do:< br/>Weigh bleeding, stabbing and peeling.
Let's now hold the coward's meeting,
This journey will count our days.
Vaskir men At a different time
And Valhöll is our farm. story.
Vaskir men in a time of great danger
And Valhóll invites us all there.

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