Текст песни
As I woke up one Sunday morning
My goat was gone without warning
The urge to kill appeared
So instead to the good church I steered
Amidst the reading of the Epistle and Gospel
The hammer I forged of my thrice stolen bell
--
I drive it into the eye of Vigfader
I drive it into the eye of Valfader
I drive it into the eye of Åsator
What once was mine always returns to me
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I temper the tool with my blood
Hot from the anvil, a copper stud
Painting his features on pieces of paper
No remorse! His eye will be vapor
I steady the nail on his skull
Oh, his wretched ways will soon be culled
And, with every single blow of my hammer
Those ill-gotten dreams I shall thoroughly shatter
--
I drive it into the eye of Vigfader
I drive it into the eye of Valfader
I drive it into the eye of Åsator
What once was mine always returns to me
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