Total views: 1 time this weekAlbum: In the Shadow of a Mountain / Original Release Date: 2011Genre: RockSong Duration: 5 min 10 sec
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The wind swept cold across my face as I crossed the mighty sea The sound of laughter from man and gull was the theme to our voyage Onward we sail through sun and storm to reach the foreign lands The oarsman row, whilst the kettle drum banged to the rhythm of the sea
The stars guide our way through the mist and the fog like the old witch said before The boats dragonhead cuts through the dark as we sail closer to home Bleagh
Pillaging all that they have Taking from woman and child The priests cry in pain on the ground they lay slain Whilst the dragons breath devours the town Trinkets of silver and gold Now burden our longships hold More work to be done Raise your oars to the sun As we fly from whence we are borne
All signs of land now fade from us But we know our way by the stars No sword or squall can make us fear For our pride and Thors hammer are clear The lightning that leads our way Which has done for thousands of years The rains has eternally fallen njords wrath unending*
Pillaging all that they have Taking from woman and child The priests cry in pain on the ground they lay slain Whilst the dragons breath devours the town Trinkets of silver and gold Now burden our longships hold More work to be done Raise your oars to the sun As we fly from whence we are borne