21 acessos
Behind the depth, before the heights.
Surrounded by the serpent Jormunngand.
World of men in the middle, of heat and ice, built by the Ymer brow.
World of men, hot and cool, high and low.
In between extremities rise Midgard mighty as the stem of the tree.
Ash and Elm, the human pair living of it's precious fruits.
But soon it may end.
Middle Earth, old Midgard.
Wish the tree will burst into leaf.
Will someday your ballance reach and end and you'll start to fade?
Mannahein (?), old Midgard, all your walls start to tumble down.
May the tree be reborn, from the ash it will grown again.
Let's defend Midgard. We call the high one (?).
Sow upon the field the rune of Yara.
Middle Earth, old Midgard.
Wish the tree will burst into leaf.
Will someday your ballance reach and end and you'll start to fade?
Mannahein (?), old Midgard, all your walls start to tumble down.
May the tree be reborn, from the ash it will grown again.
Let's defend Midgard. We call the high one (?).
Sow upon the field the rune of Yara.
In between extremities rise Midgard mighty as the stem of the tree.
Ash and Elm, the human pair living of it's precious fruits.
But soon it may end.