Sorg Songtext
von Skálmöld
Sorg Songtext
Relieved we shall both become, pray
We bind our own chains.
Frightened of the supernatural
You mustn′t be. Great trials of my mother,
She sings a verse of weariness.
Blue lips, cheeks growing colder,
Broken fingers freezing.
He has caused great misery,
Heavy-hearted, his eyes are wet.
This has burdened many a man,
Weary and overwhelmed by sorrow.
A long flight they have begun, dead,
Passed on that they have.
Resulting of fear, of anger, crying from frustration,
Empty eyes are empty.
We bind our own chains.
Frightened of the supernatural
You mustn′t be. Great trials of my mother,
She sings a verse of weariness.
Blue lips, cheeks growing colder,
Broken fingers freezing.
He has caused great misery,
Heavy-hearted, his eyes are wet.
This has burdened many a man,
Weary and overwhelmed by sorrow.
A long flight they have begun, dead,
Passed on that they have.
Resulting of fear, of anger, crying from frustration,
Empty eyes are empty.
Writer(s): Thrainn Arni Baldvinsson, Gunnar Benediktsson, Axel Arnason, Baldur Ragnarsson, Snaebjoern Ragnarsson, Bjoergvin Sigurdsson, Jon Geir Johannsson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
