Ride
Northern wind, hail and thunder, blackened skyAll my mind like seagulls soaring highAll these eastern ways lock our minds in darkened hallsRide to fight it now my chieftain calls
There's a fire in his eyeAs he holds his hungry sword into the sky
We ride for the battle, my brothers by my sideWe fight, we were still standing by the morning lightThey died, well at least those who didn't run to hideWe ride for the borough where mead and wenches bideWe ride, we ride
Lesser men hope for freedom when they dieHome is where the heathen banners flyAnd this eastern king laughs at us in darkened hallsRide to fight him now your chieftain calls
There's a fire in his eyeAs he holds his hungry sword into the sky
We ride for the battle, my brothers by my sideWe fight, we were still standing by the morning lightThey died, well at least those who didn't run to hideWe ride for the borough where mead and wenches bideWe ride, we ride
There's a fire in his eyeAs he holds his hungry sword into the sky
We ride for the battle, my brothers by my sideWe fight, we were still standing by the morning lightThey died, well at least those who didn't run to hideWe ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide
We ride for the battle, my brothers by my sideWe fight, we were still standing by the morning lightThey died, well at least those who didn't run to hideWe ride for the borough where mead and wenches bideWe ride, we ride