Death of Folk - Island and the Sea (The Crowning of Rujan)

Like the sea that battles with the soaring cliffs
A sentinel to those that once have fallen here
As the river filled with frost and autumn glow
Bring my spirit to this island fight me no more
With the mist I'll travel and the sun will die
Form the bridge of forest so that I might fly
Take my legions far across the fedland throne
Let me rest in where my gift of sorrow comes
The sun is slowly overwhelming the sorrow
That came with the moon and there cries
No longer can be heard or taken away
By the wind that roams now this island
And the sorrowful shores
I scent the presence of the dying day
Rivers that call my name
I drink of the water
Gone, forgoten and dead
Now the new day dawns here
Our sun is gone thousands years ago
Those glorious shores are awaiting still asleep
I am afraid of such oblivion
I`m torchured by these wisions
and the winter of war
my spirit will remain lost
for i will allways feel this place sorrow

O great sea that never end and always returns

Make them rest and make their Pride and customs never forgotten

Keep hold of their swords preserve the times long gone

Keep their spirits away from the snow and the forest away from the eternity in winter and hunger

Embrace them and caress them when raging on this shores

Crown them as the graves of the oceans