i feel a chill in my heart like lingering winter cold i and my son are torn apart he was just six winters old my first-born was he and the last of my kin the last one to carry my name death smiled at him its deadly grin there is no one for me to blame the fate of Norns awaits us all theres no way to escape the day to answer Odins call or walk through Hels gate i carry him to my ship he seems to be asleep but the deep blue color of his lips are enough to make me weep no man should have to bury his child yet this has been my share the tears i shed run bitter and wild its a heavy burden to bear his body feels so light in my arms his skin as pale as snow yet his weight feels heavy in my heart as my sadness continues to grow All-father what fate has been given me? why must i suffer? why must i feel this pain? All-father life has lost its meaning to me i think i am going insane i lay him down on a Pyre a burial worthy a king and as i lay down by his side i hear the weaving Norns sing the fate of Norns awaits us all theres no way to escape the day to answer Odins call or walk through Hels gate the fate of Norns awaits us all i know this to be true its time to answer Odins call my son, he calls for me and you Fate Of Norns - Amon Amarth
Posted on: Sun, 11 May 2014 06:52:09 +0000
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