Playing With Gods Lyrics
Who came from remote landsTo steal the sacred lanceTo the ones born by frost.They were waiting for the nightfallWhen wolves slept, the stick of swayWas snatched from its roomBut the winter saw what they had done.And the wind blew towars the shining wisdom wellWhere the supreme fighter was keeping watch...So they were destined to die at dawnWhen the early rising horse touched the skyAnd it lighted up their haunt.Then he went hunting for the midnight thieves,Guided by his ravens, throughout the nine worlds,Attracted by the smell of fear just like worms.And a dull caw was the encounter signBetween the hunter and his prey.The morning clouds began to cry,And his anger became unstoppable,The fighter rushed the intruders group,And a lightning crossed the tears.Thousands of bits of flesh and bloodRemained on the battlefield.And the storm let the calm by...And he took again what him was (made)And each bit of their entrailsWere spread along the southern lands.Being condemned to be conqueredAnd annihilated.By the great fighter sonsWho should show for ever moreThe price of playing with their gods.
Runic Playing With Gods
