Funeral Lyrics – Spøkelser

And all things mourned for
Sleep that knows no waking
And the whole universe wept
And all things mourned for

Sleep that knows no waking
All but one, all but one
Sail, sail away
Funeral pyre!

Fit, fit for a king
Funeral pyre!
Set the ship loose
Out of the sand

One mighty push
That quakes the land
Carry these gifts
Precious grave goods

And your steed and wife
Steed and wife!
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Spøkelser Lyrics – Funeral

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Funeral