كلمات House of Sleep

House of Sleep The wind is rising the moon is cold Unveils the future foretold When looming silence embrace the ground Spirits of vengeance alive To die Carry me to the house of sleep Lay me down where the virgins weep Cry my name to the Gods of wind At the hall where the brave men feast Now flies the banner and winds are high Drunken with power we cry You see the valkyries they haunt the dead Carry them high overhead To cry Into the arms of death ...