Lang Hāmsīþ Songtext
von Aldorfrea

When the turf is your tower
And your pit is your bower
On your throat and your skin
The worms shall feed

Through the black hole
That weighs down on my soul
I feel no roots to this land
In the ice and sand

If I must die
Embrace death as my bride
The long journey home
To a place beyond the fog
From golden halls we′ll reign
The slumbering king's no longer slain


No malice or hatred
My fears dissipated
We march heads held high
Under the dark endless sky

Spirits are broken
We still travel on
Through life and nature
To where we belong

If I should die
Far and beyond with faith and pride
The long journey home
We traverse the gates of fog
In chaos we shall reign
The slumbering king is free from his chains

Lang Hāmsīþ