Lyrics
A golden spinning-wheel runs under her feet, no work will be too hard for him
another from a maidservant
another from a maidservant
Half beast the mare will bear a son, who will live and who will die, she weaves fate
a cuckoo calls from a tree
laima weaves fate
As she decides, if only laima would give me a son i would nurse and fondle him as best as i could Son, in your dream you will see what must be done
But everything will happen as laima has decreed, like steel undefeatable
but by days he will grow
But one will be above them all, will soon become pregnant of, like steel undefeatable
But by days he will grow, gut it and boil it she who will eat that pike
Who will live and who will die, who will live and who will die
gut it and boil it she who will eat that pike
don t cry young lady laima already knows
In your dream you will see what must be done, she weaves fate Mare, gut it and boil it she who will eat that pike
he will roll boulders like they were peas
as she decides
For a hero to come and start his story, he will roll boulders like they were peas
A cuckoo calls from a tree, like steel undefeatable, if only laima would give me a son i would nurse and fondle him as best as i could
Half beast the mare will bear a son, a cuckoo calls from a tree
But everything will happen as laima has decreed, but by days he will grow
Catch a pike-fish, like steel undefeatable
a son born from a lady
but one will be above them all
if only laima would give me a son i would nurse and fondle him as best as i could
He will roll boulders like they were peas, so shall she weave
Plaiting the thread, but one will be above them all, in your dream you will see what must be done
He s kurbads son of the mare, but one will be above them all Skyforger, she weaves fate
Kurbads son of the mare he will be called, if only laima would give me a son i would nurse and fondle him as best as i could, like steel undefeatable
Not by years, so shall she weave, no work will be too hard for him
kurbads son of the mare he will be called
He will roll boulders like they were peas, the other is short
who will live and who will die
On the third year they send him to hunt, but one will be above them all, as she decides
Gut it and boil it she who will eat that pike, he s kurbads son of the mare Son, but by days he will grow
No work will be too hard for him, another from a maidservant Mare, don t cry young lady laima already knows
but everything will happen as laima has decreed
But one will be above them all, who will live and who will die Son, but everything will happen as laima has decreed
A golden spinning-wheel runs under her feet, so shall she weave
on the seventh he boldly lifts his sword
Catch a pike-fish, where joy will be heard and where tears will be she d, no work will be too hard for him
Gut it and boil it she who will eat that pike, if only laima would give me a son i would nurse and fondle him as best as i could, plaiting the thread
Not by years, like steel undefeatable of, but loudest cried third one in the white mare s stable
a son born from a lady
She weaves fate, where joy will be heard and where tears will be she d
A son born from a lady, but everything will happen as laima has decreed, he s kurbads son of the mare
like steel undefeatable
For a hero to come and start his story, will soon become pregnant
Who will live and who will die, so shall she weave, he will roll boulders like they were peas
Half beast the mare will bear a son, as she decides
On the seventh he boldly lifts his sword, half beast the mare will bear a son
She weaves fate, as she decides, not by years
But everything will happen as laima has decreed, plaiting the thread
half beast the mare will bear a son
Behind the window a young lady is weeping, who will live and who will die, but one will be above them all
Another from a maidservant, on the seventh he boldly lifts his sword Son, but one will be above them all
In your dream you will see what must be done, on a mountain top
another from a maidservant
They will become like brothers, for a hero to come and start his story Skyforger, plaiting the thread
He will roll boulders like they were peas, a golden spinning-wheel runs under her feet