Vanaheim کے بول

I can see the sun never setting Northern Lights in the polar night Tilled earth on the northern pole Warm green meadows, clear blue skies Our world is still alive Our memory revives Our homeland is and will be Vanaheim! Spirit of the Warrior Race It will rise among their graves And the ancient might of old Shall arise, and its knowledge will unfold! Once a great race descended from the sky Took the fight, overcame its foes Built the Solar and Lunar empires Lost itself in the flames of war Our world is still alive Our memory revives Our homeland is and will be Vanaheim! Spirit of the Warrior Race It will rise among their graves And the ancient might of old Shall arise, and its knowledge will unfold! Over ages the knowledge is passed From teacher to apprentice All that's left from a world So mighty glorious and old But there are those who still Remember the ages long forgotten Their immortal minds are here today Behold! Our world is still alive Our memory revives Our homeland is and will be Vanaheim! Spirit of the Warrior Race It will rise among their graves And the ancient might of old Shall arise, and its knowledge will unfold!