Down from the mountain, cries of an headless love, high above Cold seems to me your kiss from the ocean deep, in my sleep I see you go south on the evening
[1.] Vilji? t?r hoyra kv??i mitt, vilja t?r or?um trugva, um hann Olav Trygvason, hagar skal riman snugva. Glymur dansur i holl, Dans slai? ring Gla