Oh the war is common cry, Pick up your swords and fly. The sky is filled with good and bad That mortals never know. Oh, well, the night is long, The beads of time pass slow, Tired eyes on the sunrise, Waiting for the eastern glow. The pain of war cannot exceed The woe of aftermath, The drums will shake the castle wall, The ring wraiths ride in black, ride on. Sing as you raise your bow, Shoot straighter than before. No comfort has the fire at night That lights the face so cold. Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the mornin' light. The magic runes are writ in gold To bring the balance back, bring it back. At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by, With flames from the dragon of darkness The sunlight blinds his eyes. Led Zeppelin "The Battle of Evermore" Å med soli kan eg meg sammenlikne, for hågt ho stiger, men ned ho siger. Å eg kleiv og klavra ti' hågt e va' men so seig eg ned som eit soleglad. Eg tykkjer fjølli meg innestengjer og myrke skuggar imot meg vender. og meg livet møter med gråt og sut liksom myrke skuggar seg breier ut. Eg lengtar, lengtar, eg gjeng og drøymer, når lauvet spretter og fossen fløymer; Og ko felar hugjen eg inkje veit, men han er som logande elden heit. Norsk stev