paroles de chanson Sovngarde Song 2016 - Miracle of Sound

From the mists of the mountains
A deafening call
Bellows down over the plains
On a host of battle-worn ears it will fall
Pushing out through the thunder and rain
These men of the North
They have suffered too long
The anger it swells in their veins
Of the spirited roars of lost warriors' songs
Distant echoes are all that remain
And my Voice is my violence
Clear the sky's frozen tears
And no more we'll be silent
With this sovngarde songs in our ears
And we stand
Tall
Sons of the snow
We will not
Fall
Under this blows
For our hearts
They are hardy
Our spirits are strong
And our voices are lifted into
This Sovngarde song
Conquer the anger and ravenous rage
Make it a part of your power
Pummeling down let your bloodlust engage
Under your force they will cower
Feeling the fury so pure and so bright
Breaking the bonds of surrender
Under the moons for our home we will fight
And we will die to defend her
And my Voice is my violence
Clear the sky's frozen tears
And no more we'll be silent
With this sovngarde songs in our ears
And we stand
Tall
Sons of the snow
We will not
Fall
Under this blows
For our hearts
They are hardy
Our spirits are strong
And our voices are lifted into
This Sovngarde song
Yor Tul Shul
These perilous peaks
On the rim of the sky
I move in the midst
Of the clouds drifting by
At the top of the world
On a white doomfull day
Men of wisdom will show me the way
And we stand
Tall
Sons of the snow
We will not
Fall
Under this blows
For our hearts
They are hardy
Our spirits are strong
And our voices are lifted into
This Sovngarde song
Oh
Bron ul drem
Bron ul drem
Bron ul drem
Bron ul drem
Bron ul drem
Bron ul drem
Bron ul drem
Bron ul drem
Sovngarde song