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The cock crew in the morning, I arose and went to the fields Holding but a handful of seeds; First I did sow then I did plough- I prayed for rain to come down: I prayed to Thor to burden the clouds I looked up with hopes of a sky Heavy, impregnated by a storm, That would bring to life once more My last handful of seeds; I dreamt of the barely rich on the fields, Would that I had a scythe To reap all day long and thens ome more, So as I could keep my storehouse filled And put bread and ale upon my table... Pray the Gods hear me, Pray the wind bears my plea afar- To the fields on high Where immortals turn the soil And blessings ripen like fruit On the trees that guards vigilant The fragrant orchards of Freyja... Aus Songtexte Mania