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Northern wind, hail and thunder, blackened sky |
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All my mind like seagulls soaring high |
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All these eastern ways lock our minds in darkened halls |
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Ride to fight it now my chieftain calls |
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There's a fire in his eye |
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As he holds his hungry sword into the sky |
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We ride for the battle, my brothers by my side |
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We fight, we were still standing by the morning light |
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They died, well at least those who didn't run to hide |
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We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide |
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We ride, we ride |
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Lesser men hope for freedom when they die |
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Home is where the heathen banners fly |
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And this eastern king laughs at us in darkened halls |
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Ride to fight him now your chieftain calls |
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There's a fire in his eye |
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As he holds his hungry sword into the sky |
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We ride for the battle, my brothers by my side |
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We fight, we were still standing by the morning light |
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They died, well at least those who didn't run to hide |
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We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide |
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We ride, we ride |
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We ride for the battle, my brothers by my side |
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We fight, we were still standing by the morning light |
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They died, well at least those who didn't run to hide |
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We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide |
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We ride, we ride |
