Our lord of warriors eternal glory won
By the sword's edge
Men of the sea, on the waves they did ride
Drifting
Let the shaman cast the runes
Is it today that we
Gathered together, the meoduseld shining brightly
Cempan and ealdormen, in a
A dark cloud descends on our domain
The storm of dread,
Purge this circle to clear the way
A cleansing fire where
Our hearts lie not in heaven
Nor Eastern desert sands
With eyes
Steadfast as a weathered mighty stone
Weary of this furious raging
A withering flower without its roots
Sadly passing away unloved
Songs to
On the fields of yesterdays, where many battle's been lost
When the fiends have come there is nowhere to hide
I
For thousands of years from father to son
Ancient ways were
Across the sea they heard the call
Blood to spill and
Wearily to the last battle they strode
Onward through day and
For centuries roaming among these beams
My ghostly voice haunting and
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