The Viking King is dead and gone
His memory will live in song
On a frozen night and misty dawn
His body will forever burn
But time has passed as war subsides
New sun has rosen in the sky
The history became a myth
That teenagers will not beleave
Time passes fast for fragile men
And what they fear, will come again
All kingdoms fall, all leaders fail
And soon become a part of tale
As History repeats itself
We will all burn in pits of Hell
But there is no Hell and there is no Heven
Theres only Death.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
The Viking King is dead and gone
His memory will live in song
On a frozen night and misty dawn
His body will forever burn
But time has passed as war subsides
New sun has rosen in the sky
The history became a myth
That teenagers will not beleave
Time passes fast for fragile men
And what they fear, will come again
All kingdoms fall, all leaders fail
And soon become a part of tale
As History repeats itself
We will all burn in pits of Hell
But there is no Hell and there is no Heven
Theres only Death.
