Valtyr - 5.	Far from Gotland


Make room,you peoples, for our tread 
Wa are the last of the Goths,
We don't carry treasure's load,
Wa carry one that is dead.

Shields to shield and spear to spear,
We travel to Northland's ground,
Until we have in the far grey sea
The Island Thule found.

It's said to be the island of troth 
where still valid are honor and oath 
There we sink the King into the Earth
In a coffin of spears from ash.

Shields to shield and spear to spear,
We travel to Northland's ground,
Until we have in the far grey sea
The Island Thule found

Make room,you peoples, for our tread 
Wa are the last of the Goths,
We don't carry treasure's load,
Wa carry one that is dead.

Shields to shield and spear to spear,
We travel to Northland's ground,
Until we have in the far grey sea
The Island Thule found

We come,make room,you peoples, for our tread 
Through Rome's betraying gate.,
We only carry out king.
the crown was lost by fate

Shields to shield and spear to spear,
We travel to Northland's ground,
Until we have in the far grey sea
The Island Thule found

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