Ótta
Sólstafir
Fear
You chose this path
You thought it was your friend
You slap me on the cheek
The knife goes in
With fear, I now sleep
I give nothing anymore
I counted you as my peace
But you turned to wicked ways
Sólstafir You chose this path
You thought it was your friend
You slap me on the cheek
The knife goes in
With fear, I now sleep
I give nothing anymore
I counted you as my peace
But you turned to wicked ways
