Светлана🍀

Ships on vigor of the waves of skimming, barren summits to the burning place. Each horizon is a new beginning, ride and race. Far from the fjords and the ice cold current, scream and soar of the new frontiers. Soft and sagas of a fate determined, shields and spears. Bows of favor of the thrill of plunder, hold together for the clan and kin. Like of hammers and the crash of thunder, bound within. Oh-oh, the echoes of eternity. Oh-oh, the echoes of eternity. Oh-oh, the hall are calling me. Oh-oh, to block the strength of destiny. Oh-oh, the hall are calling me.