Bornholm şarkı sözleri
Black become the suns beam in the days
That will come
It is harsh in the world
Whoredom rife
When my ancestors calling
To fight and die
I will paint with grimson gore
The caves of lies
With courage of the forefarthers
Flaming pride
Towards the golden halls of might
Be my guide
I greet the gods of heathen soul
The sons of day
I greet the night and her daugthers
Pagan's my pray
And when my soul flies higher
And I lay
Let thunder roar and lightning strikes
On that day
