„Song to hall up high“ von Bathory!
Die zweite Strophe…
„Northern wind take my song up high,
to the hall of glory in the sky.
So it’s gates shall greet me open whide,
when my time has come to die…“
Jedes mal gänsehaut…
„Song to hall up high“ von Bathory!
Die zweite Strophe…
„Northern wind take my song up high,
to the hall of glory in the sky.
So it’s gates shall greet me open whide,
when my time has come to die…“
Jedes mal gänsehaut…