Dark Hunt - Hel
текст песни

Lone Viking wandered through the desert.
The way was covered with dead beasts and birds.
Left the world and lost all senses.
Forgetting way home, he lost all the chances...

Wading through living hell,
Through the fire of a thousand miles,
Drawn by divine beauty Hel,
He dreamed about her smile...

He remembers the Valkyries circling over his head,
But he drove them away, realizing that he's dead.
He knew that Valhalla was not for him,
Because all his life he had a dream...

Wading through living hell,
Through the fire of a thousand miles,
Drawn by divine beauty Hel,
He dreamed about her smile...
Walking through the valley,
Through the ashes and dust.
Does not think about battle,
Not about gold, not about rust.

On the throne sat the rotten queen
And Viking could not believe

Wading through living hell,
Through the fire of a thousand miles,
Drawn by divine beauty Hel,
He dreamed about her smile...
Walking through the valley,
Through the ashes and dust.
Does not think about battle,
Not about gold, not about rust.