Mourning, grieving, torn apart
The wailing screams break through the dark
An island off shore
A furnace alight with flames
Is where I will live
My days in grief and woe
But hark! Here they come
The keys to revenge and flight
Their lives in my hands
The king's demise and fall
Mourning, grieving, torn apart
The wailing screams break through the dark
The gems I received
The necklace my daughter wears
Her womb bears the heir
The spawn of Wayland's wrath
A chest full of gold
Of gem stones and jewellery
Come back in the morn'
And you'll receive your share
They did as I bade
Their heads lost the royal sons
Their skulls in silver clad
A glorious gift of greed
Mourning, grieving, torn apart
The wailing screams break through the dark
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Mourning, grieving, torn apart
The wailing screams break through the dark
An island off shore
A furnace alight with flames
Is where I will live
My days in grief and woe
But hark! Here they come
The keys to revenge and flight
Their lives in my hands
The king's demise and fall
Mourning, grieving, torn apart
The wailing screams break through the dark
The gems I received
The necklace my daughter wears
Her womb bears the heir
The spawn of Wayland's wrath
A chest full of gold
Of gem stones and jewellery
Come back in the morn'
And you'll receive your share
They did as I bade
Their heads lost the royal sons
Their skulls in silver clad
A glorious gift of greed
Mourning, grieving, torn apart
The wailing screams break through the dark
The wailing screams break through the dark
An island off shore
A furnace alight with flames
Is where I will live
My days in grief and woe
But hark! Here they come
The keys to revenge and flight
Their lives in my hands
The king's demise and fall
Mourning, grieving, torn apart
The wailing screams break through the dark
The gems I received
The necklace my daughter wears
Her womb bears the heir
The spawn of Wayland's wrath
A chest full of gold
Of gem stones and jewellery
Come back in the morn'
And you'll receive your share
They did as I bade
Their heads lost the royal sons
Their skulls in silver clad
A glorious gift of greed
Mourning, grieving, torn apart
The wailing screams break through the dark
Writer: Morten Basse
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