Leyndarmál [English translation]

The dew glitters as I walk with her.

An infant's cry is heard from a red house.

The foxes tiptoe with pray in their mouths.

The forest finds it all out.

When the king has a cross in his hand,

the legions will come to get the dosage.

Frosty ravens see that now is the chance.

A sick obsession gets them to function.

The flower of life shivers, I'll pull through if I feel like it.

The rocks tear up, so far away from a stone building.

The southern winds breathe life into me.

Nobody knows, and nobody will know.

When the king has a cross in his hand,

the legions will come to get the dosage.

Frosty ravens see that now is the chance.

A sick obsession gets them to function.

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• Artist:Ásgeir
• Album:Dýrð Í Dauðaþögn (2012)