Weh Heathen Ground
In this world a single eye is watching, ravens carry news
to chief of gods. Thunder cracks the sky above the
mountains, you just need to close your eyes to feel the
hammer fall now. Golden fields spread out beyond the
woodland, long dead kings are buried under mound. Path to
well of wisdom lies before you, keep your senses sharp
and hide your weapons under your cloak. Runes carves in
tree and stone, you walk on heathen ground. Along
forgotten roads, you walk on heathen ground. Smoke is
dancing on the lake this evening, and the wolves they
hide among the trees. Shades of red are forming in the
skyline, lift your head, soon you will see the signal
fires burn high. By the campfire eyes glow with the
embers, sleepless dreams of warriors at sea. Soon enough
the frost will take its hold here, comes the icy wind
from north or comes it from within you. Through woods and
open plains, you walk on heathen ground. The longing
grips you now, you walk on heathen ground. Suddenly the
rays of light grow brighter, horse's hooves are heard,
eight of the kind. Mind is strong but muscle force is
fading, death has come too soon again but your lips form
a last smile. A final toast your cups are almost empty,
brothers hailing as you leave the hall. See the beauty of
the land around you, wisdom is to know inside that you
have found your home here. Runes carves in tree and
stone, you walk on heathen ground. Along forgotten roads,
you walk on heathen ground. Through woods and open
plains, you walk on heathen ground. The longing grips you
now, you walk on heathen ground.
