Old knight
I fear I have come to an end
for that my sword is so hard to mend
I can nolonger be a hero
for that my strength is close to zero
I try to act as I am fine
but I blurt it all out with wine

so now I\'m but a peasant
this life is not pleasant
or maybe it just not for me
for that a hero I was made to be

I cry myself to sleep at night
for that I am no longer a knight
I\'ve tried to ride my cow
but I allways manage to fall somehow

as I grow older
my heart gets colder
and I feel my life slipping away
and I realize that heros come and go
they are not here to stay
 
Gollinn
1981 - ...


Ljóð eftir Gollann

Playground
Eðli Mannsins
grimmd gleymskunnar
Fallen Angel
of grænir fingur
First degree murder
Serial killer (not the one)
King of the world
Háttsettir menn
Skilnaðarbarn
The Pathetic Saint
the power of hatred
It\'s life as we know it (samið \"98)
life of lies
Sjálfsmorð er seinheppni
mikilmennska
Margmenni í tómu herbergi
bad but not evil
frægð
afleiðing þvingunnar
snobbaða fólkið
Englapúki
þunglyndi
Vil þér vel
Heimilisofbeldi
what you are to me
Bíóferð
A hero, a king
heartbrake
Lögvald
Gray lonlyness
Freak in me
crossing the line
whats the point in enduring
Hugarfanginn
ashamed
Imaginary world
Minns er tyggjó
Post Sanity
Stóra litabókin minn
Depression dagger
Old knight
my mentor, my father
Ruthless, souless madness
Human Devil
circuslife
Past me, Present me
í miðri umferð
Lonely and deserted
I need needing you
Good times end, bad times start