Storm - Villemann

Villeman went to the river To the most beautiful of all the lime trees There he wanted to play the golden harp Then the runes promised him luck Villeman went to stand over the stream To the most beautiful of all the lime trees He could play the harp so skillfully Then the runes promised him luck He played it tenderly, he played it smartly To the most beautiful of all the lime trees The birds went quiet in the trees Then the runes promised him luck He played it softly, he played it loud To the most beautiful of all the lime trees He played to release Magnhild from the arms of a Troll Then the runes promised him luck Then the Troll rose from the depth of the sea To the most beautiful of all the lime trees Mountains rumbled, and the clouds thundered Then the runes promised him luck Then he hit the harp with all his fury To the most beautiful of all the lime trees And so took his strength and power Then the runes promised him luck