On the top of the Falconhill...  I was standing surrounded by solitude  Evening breeze as my only friend  It was a beautiful dusk of November  Darkness wrapping around the hills where paths end  To my eyes reflected a distant fire  A fire from far away  A sign our enemy is approaching  From the land beyond the bay  Beyond the mist covered forest on the river I saw  Three dozen ships with crosses on sails  Soon everywhere burnt fires  Mine among the others  From the village a horde was marching  Till death or fame!  To my eyes reflected a distant fire  A fire from far away  A sign our enemy is approaching  From the land beyond the bay  By the time the sun was about to rise above the skyline  The army of the cross and heathen hordes collided  By the time the sun was lurking high behind a cloud  Only the heathen swords were held against the sky  They were slaughtered and vanished for now  But they will return to spread their word and kill  It was a god-against-god-battle I saw  On the top of the Falconhill  (Music: Joum   Words: Teemu)