Ensiferum - Ahti
Tekst :
At the time of sundown
Nature bathes in colours
In silence it waits
For the approaching force
In the halls of Ainola
The true king of dark waters
Lurks with his mistress
Under the waves of a blue lake
Dwells the mighty Ahti!
Sailors praise the glorious name
The ruler of tides: Ahti!
At the shores of a northern land
Pray mortal men
Destruction for the arrogant fools
A reward for humble souls
The great lurker of the seas
Is pleased of the sacrifice
The waters are calm
Today no storm shall rise!
Under the waves of a blue lake
Dwells the mighty Ahti!
Sailors praise the glorious name
The ruler of tides: Ahti!
Foreign ship filled with infidels
They didn t listen to the northern men
From a dead calm storm will rise
And they ll face the wrath of the sea
Take care that your heir
Don t turn out too proud
Or your bloodline will drown into a vast ocean
Under the waves of a blue lake
Dwells the mighty Ahti!
Sailors praise the glorious name
The ruler of tides: Ahti! Inne utwory
Lai lai hei Battery Raised by the sword One more magic potion Old man Into hiding Frost Slayer of light The new dawn Token of time Little dreamer Victory song Tears Finnish medley Losowe utwory
Love, I know what I want
and I know what it could be
know what it could be yeah
Now, down and out
like a flower that wielded
the coward to be rebuilded
Sad, sad and alone
like a babble in...
We all need a best friend, a best friend
I remember when we was young
Playing pool, after school, keeping it cool
People say we were the troublesome two
I know the girls liked me and you
I can never forget the times you ve covered my back
You...
I ve got the worried blues,
And I don t know what to do.
It seems my dreams
Have been tarnished by events.
And I think of you
and I hope that we aren t done.
You re the one I need
Jedna mala pjegava plava
Ne da mi mira
Kad je sretnem hoce nesto da mi da
Kad je pitam sto bi mi dala
Nece da kaze
Samo klimne glavom kao da bi dala sve
Idi mala, idi sto prije
Jos si mala. vrijeme...
She smashed the radio with the board of education
Turn up the static left of the state of the nation
Turn up the flame, step on the gas
Burning the flag at half mast
She´s a rebel´s forgotten son
An export of the revolution...