Enslaved - Brisinghamen


In solitude she cries, the most beautiful of them all 
Captured and locked in a sorrow no one can conceive 
Joy vanished far out there 
Burning desire, but no hope 
She longs for home, bu tcan not find a way 
A dismal destiny hidden behind a smile 

Mardol, you glorious, sacrificed for peace you were 
You sold your flesh, but found no comfort 
That which glitters does not bring you peace 

Gern you devoted yourself 
and consumed many desire. 
But, still in the night, 
gold is dripping from your eyes. 

Fråya, Od you shall find when everything ends 
Then you shall be set free 
Untill that day you shall find no comfort 
Not even in the shining Brisinghamen

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