Countless years ago, while lost in barren seas
There whispered murmurs
First light reflects off the ocean
All crew now set into
O Flower of Scotland - When will we see
Yer like
I know of a tavern, not far from here,
where you
A dreaded curse - Is spoken of
By all men of
Many moons ago, in a faraway land
We met an old
We set sail at first light
Questing for steel with power
A ship approaches off the starboard bow
The time has come
In a time when men knew the meaning of fear
And
When I come back from a mighty quest.
I have no
