Mithotyn The Guardian текст песни, слова песни The Guardian Mithotyn
Mithotyn - The Guardian
You, who's born by nine sitsers.
You, who hear the grass grow.
You, who see hundreds of miles.
Guard your bridge
night and day.
Heimdall. Heimdall.
Blow your horn,
so all the worlds can hear.
Heimdall.
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