Tomas Skogsberg - Exile of the Sons of Uisliu lyrics

A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice His singing was ever sweet Noisiu's grave has now been made And the accompaniment was mournful For him I poured out Hero of heroes The deadly drink That k**ed him Dear his short Shining hair A handsome man Even very beautiful Dear the grey eyes That women loved Fierce they were foes Dear the grey eyes A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice His singing was ever sweet Noisiu's grave has now been made And the accompaniment was mournful