Hürlement
last days of summer
Come, my brothers, and stand
Swords, my brothers, in hand
Crows are calling and
Horns are howling and
Dusk is coming tonight
Summer's waning and
Winter's gaining and
Cold is waking tonight
We watch the night!
ca
Come, my brothers, and stand
Swords, my brothers, in hand
Crows are calling and
Horns are howling and
Dusk is coming tonight
Summer's waning and
Winter's gaining and
Cold is waking tonight
We watch the night!
ca