Heimdal

Sheltered from The raging storm In the reflection Of hubris The clocked Kingmaker abides The hunter Claiming his throne The whispering winds Summons The spirits of fire And ice (Fire and ice) (Fire and ice) To enter the house Of the fallen To dwell within Borders of time (Aw) (Aw) (Aw) (Aw) Niu em ek Mœòra mögr Niu em ek Systra sonr (Niu em ek) (Mœòra mögr) (Niu em ek) (Systra sonr) Niu em ek Mœòra mögr Niu em ek Systra sonr (Niu em ek) (Systra sonr) Niu em ek Mœòra mögr Niu em ek Systra sonr Tall are the beacons Of might Thick are the walls Of the blind Withered are the fields Of the devoted Tireless, the howls From inside Emerge will the ones That were buried When the roots And the branches Are dead Echoes of The roaring silence Will resound Beyond borders Of space Sheltered from The raging storm In the reflection Of hubris The navigator Of time returns Detecting a path That was lost