| Song | The Eye of Oden |
| Artist | Borknagar |
| Album | For The Elements |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brun | |
| Up there on the mountain, above all fire, | |
| the fields down there and the ravine below | |
| Where the elements feast in reckless desire | |
| A raven is seated | |
| Where the sun cannot reach, | |
| only teriffic storms prevail | |
| In a thunderin' havoc they ruthlessly roar | |
| My heart it beats the pulse of ancient times | |
| The countless rythem, the rattling stones | |
| My weapon cleanse the filth of all bones | |
| Tender are the havens | |
| which remain on the open plains | |
| The shadow crawls | |
| upon the resort of the remnaints | |
| Even toward the hills lie shattered shields | |
| The winter it hunts all their hearts in fear | |
| And the river drifts with the resolution of thunder | |
| Infernal are the storms in which our shelter stand | |
| Their strongest grip of fear, and our shelter tear | |
| Up there on the mountain, above all fire, | |
| the fields down there and the ravine below | |
| He beholds a kingdom of grace, savage yet fair |
| zuo ci : Brun | |
| Up there on the mountain, above all fire, | |
| the fields down there and the ravine below | |
| Where the elements feast in reckless desire | |
| A raven is seated | |
| Where the sun cannot reach, | |
| only teriffic storms prevail | |
| In a thunderin' havoc they ruthlessly roar | |
| My heart it beats the pulse of ancient times | |
| The countless rythem, the rattling stones | |
| My weapon cleanse the filth of all bones | |
| Tender are the havens | |
| which remain on the open plains | |
| The shadow crawls | |
| upon the resort of the remnaints | |
| Even toward the hills lie shattered shields | |
| The winter it hunts all their hearts in fear | |
| And the river drifts with the resolution of thunder | |
| Infernal are the storms in which our shelter stand | |
| Their strongest grip of fear, and our shelter tear | |
| Up there on the mountain, above all fire, | |
| the fields down there and the ravine below | |
| He beholds a kingdom of grace, savage yet fair |
| zuò cí : Brun | |
| Up there on the mountain, above all fire, | |
| the fields down there and the ravine below | |
| Where the elements feast in reckless desire | |
| A raven is seated | |
| Where the sun cannot reach, | |
| only teriffic storms prevail | |
| In a thunderin' havoc they ruthlessly roar | |
| My heart it beats the pulse of ancient times | |
| The countless rythem, the rattling stones | |
| My weapon cleanse the filth of all bones | |
| Tender are the havens | |
| which remain on the open plains | |
| The shadow crawls | |
| upon the resort of the remnaints | |
| Even toward the hills lie shattered shields | |
| The winter it hunts all their hearts in fear | |
| And the river drifts with the resolution of thunder | |
| Infernal are the storms in which our shelter stand | |
| Their strongest grip of fear, and our shelter tear | |
| Up there on the mountain, above all fire, | |
| the fields down there and the ravine below | |
| He beholds a kingdom of grace, savage yet fair |