| Song | The Home That I Will Never See |
| Artist | Hagalaz' Runedance |
| Album | Frigga's Web |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Haugen | |
| Vast forests with evergreen trees | |
| Foggy hills the eye can see | |
| The wind sweeps through a valley | |
| That lies by the deep blue see | |
| A village from another time | |
| Awakens with the misty dawn | |
| This is my home my mind shows me | |
| The home that I will never see | |
| Small houses, carved in dragonheads and runes | |
| The smell of tar and burning wood | |
| Men and women breathe their souls to their craft | |
| Some dancing to the lyre's tunes | |
| A young man wraps his arms round me | |
| One dancing flame we came to be | |
| The only vows I chose to know | |
| This is the place I call my home | |
| Oh, the vision tortures me | |
| I will never really see | |
| I will never smell its smell | |
| Nor touch the face of my loved one | |
| My village by the deep blue sea | |
| Today an ugly factory | |
| Oh, why has it become my fate? | |
| That I am here one thousand years too late |
| zuo qu : Haugen | |
| Vast forests with evergreen trees | |
| Foggy hills the eye can see | |
| The wind sweeps through a valley | |
| That lies by the deep blue see | |
| A village from another time | |
| Awakens with the misty dawn | |
| This is my home my mind shows me | |
| The home that I will never see | |
| Small houses, carved in dragonheads and runes | |
| The smell of tar and burning wood | |
| Men and women breathe their souls to their craft | |
| Some dancing to the lyre' s tunes | |
| A young man wraps his arms round me | |
| One dancing flame we came to be | |
| The only vows I chose to know | |
| This is the place I call my home | |
| Oh, the vision tortures me | |
| I will never really see | |
| I will never smell its smell | |
| Nor touch the face of my loved one | |
| My village by the deep blue sea | |
| Today an ugly factory | |
| Oh, why has it become my fate? | |
| That I am here one thousand years too late |
| zuò qǔ : Haugen | |
| Vast forests with evergreen trees | |
| Foggy hills the eye can see | |
| The wind sweeps through a valley | |
| That lies by the deep blue see | |
| A village from another time | |
| Awakens with the misty dawn | |
| This is my home my mind shows me | |
| The home that I will never see | |
| Small houses, carved in dragonheads and runes | |
| The smell of tar and burning wood | |
| Men and women breathe their souls to their craft | |
| Some dancing to the lyre' s tunes | |
| A young man wraps his arms round me | |
| One dancing flame we came to be | |
| The only vows I chose to know | |
| This is the place I call my home | |
| Oh, the vision tortures me | |
| I will never really see | |
| I will never smell its smell | |
| Nor touch the face of my loved one | |
| My village by the deep blue sea | |
| Today an ugly factory | |
| Oh, why has it become my fate? | |
| That I am here one thousand years too late |