| Song | To Mount And Rove |
| Artist | Borknagar |
| Album | The Olden Domain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brun | |
| I came from the utter fields | |
| Carving shame on the tender shields | |
| On my path I wandered high | |
| Acknowledged beneath the sky | |
| The hate I carried, recalling why! | |
| I walked towards the rising Autumn | |
| And cursed the Summer with the promise of Winter | |
| Where my foes will quiver in frost | |
| A circeling saga, not forever lost | |
| I came from the utter fields | |
| Carving shame on the tender shields | |
| On my path I wandered high | |
| Declaring war beneath the sky | |
| The hate I carried, boiling within! | |
| I mounted all the hills my eyes could count | |
| And roved wherever the sun escaped sight | |
| I drifted from the deepest tarn | |
| Til I saw my name in a runic sign | |
| Graven so deep in the crystal bark | |
| Of a lodge I sojourned years ago | |
| Crying my fate beneath the sky! |
| zuo ci : Brun | |
| I came from the utter fields | |
| Carving shame on the tender shields | |
| On my path I wandered high | |
| Acknowledged beneath the sky | |
| The hate I carried, recalling why! | |
| I walked towards the rising Autumn | |
| And cursed the Summer with the promise of Winter | |
| Where my foes will quiver in frost | |
| A circeling saga, not forever lost | |
| I came from the utter fields | |
| Carving shame on the tender shields | |
| On my path I wandered high | |
| Declaring war beneath the sky | |
| The hate I carried, boiling within! | |
| I mounted all the hills my eyes could count | |
| And roved wherever the sun escaped sight | |
| I drifted from the deepest tarn | |
| Til I saw my name in a runic sign | |
| Graven so deep in the crystal bark | |
| Of a lodge I sojourned years ago | |
| Crying my fate beneath the sky! |
| zuò cí : Brun | |
| I came from the utter fields | |
| Carving shame on the tender shields | |
| On my path I wandered high | |
| Acknowledged beneath the sky | |
| The hate I carried, recalling why! | |
| I walked towards the rising Autumn | |
| And cursed the Summer with the promise of Winter | |
| Where my foes will quiver in frost | |
| A circeling saga, not forever lost | |
| I came from the utter fields | |
| Carving shame on the tender shields | |
| On my path I wandered high | |
| Declaring war beneath the sky | |
| The hate I carried, boiling within! | |
| I mounted all the hills my eyes could count | |
| And roved wherever the sun escaped sight | |
| I drifted from the deepest tarn | |
| Til I saw my name in a runic sign | |
| Graven so deep in the crystal bark | |
| Of a lodge I sojourned years ago | |
| Crying my fate beneath the sky! |