To Thy Son (In Days Of Yore) Songtext / Lyric

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To Thy Son (In Days Of Yore) Lyrics

The years roll on the generations pass the ages
grow and bring us nearer to the final day from
witch the south shall march the fiery band and
cross the bridge of heaven and fenris at his heel

with broken chain odins son goes with monster to fight
midgard’s veor in his rage will stay the worm in giant
wrath the serpent tossed in oceans depths til free from
chain he rose upon the foaming main beneath the lashings
of his tail seas mountain high swelled on the land poring
forth bloody froth like hail nine feet will go fiorgyn’s
son bowed by the serpent who feared no foe and the berserks
round about broke forth into shout that made the rafters
ring they smote with their fists on the board and shouted
long live the sword and the king not the man of mortal
race knows the words witch thou have spoken to thy son
in days of yore I hear the coming tread of death he shall
the runic lore and knowledge of the rice of gods on the
dark bottom of the great salt lake imprisoned lay the
giant snake with naught his sullen sleep to break of
all the twelve round odins throne balder the beautiful
alone the sun-god good and pure and bright was loved
all as all loved light.