Stung by his visions the lordling arises, eager to break from the stiffness of dreams. Stumbling round till his hand is united (with) the sword of his father, the comfort it brings him.
How long shall you mourn him there, in the dark?
Into the barrows, weeping and grief-struck, spouting off curses and oaths to the gods. Silenced before him in ethereal wonder, the spectral father calls out to the son.
Embrace your life, it's wondrous. And love your loves so thunderous. Live for the moment, son, you must. You'll never be here again...
In awe, in fear, the child won't let go. In love, in tears, he cries to the night.
Into his man-hood the son often pondered the wisdom the wraith of his lord had passed on. Through winters and hard times he always remembered, and one day he spoke those same words to his own son!
Embrace your life, it's wondrous. And love your loves so thunderous. Live for the moment, son, you must. You'll never be here again...
In awe, in fear, the child won't let go. In love, in tears, finally he understands.
Embrace your life, it's wondrous. And love your loves so thunderous. Live for the moment, son, you must. You'll never be here again...