I ask sea waves for silence,
I have a thing to sing about:
a good earl, gods' friend,
his ever-sharp spear.
running, running my ship
over the waters, over the seas;
he runs to new shores -
they are waiting for us there!
I ask sea waves for silence,
I have a thing to sing about:
a good earl, gods' friend,
his ever-sharp spear.
running, running my ship
over the waters, over the seas;
he runs to new shores -
they are waiting for us there!
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