Nýjustu fréttir
Ný lög
Úr myndasafni
My Lord
Negrasálmur. Úts. Egill Rúnar Friðleifsson
My Lord, what a morning,
my Lord, what a morning,
my Lord, what a morning
when the stars begin to fall.
You´ll hear the trumpet sound
to wake the nations underground.
Looking in my Gods right hand
when the stars begin to fall.
My Lord, what a morning,
my Lord, what a morning,
my Lord, what a morning
when the stars begin to fall.
You´ll hear the sinner moan
to wake the nations underground.
Looking in my Gods right hand
when the stars begin to fall.