Gathered round the wooden table Same tavern as the nights before I brace myself against the gable Sunlight pushes its way through the gap in the door
As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes I stand up and raise my pint up high
One more for our brothers who fought beside us One more and forward again Once more, we'll fight and conquer Until we'll meet again
Staring at the stools not taken I reach for my tankard of ale The silence remains unbroken All you hear is a tinkle of mail
As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes I stand up and raise my pint up high
One more for our brothers...
Like a raging thunderstorm we flew down the forested hill Tree-trunks and rocks passing by The endless ranks stood waiting out in the open field My fingers gripped the handle of my sword
With full power we smashed into their lines The ground shook, swords tasted flesh Hooves trampling over men screaming for their lives The battle raged until both troops were threshed
Grief no more over friends who died That day will come to us all Until then we shall fight with pride Raise our pints till the dawn
Grief no more over friends who died That day will come to us all Side by side we shall ride once more When the Horn calls for War
Feeling low and heavy hearted Interrupted by a distant alarm Seems like the war has started May it be for our brothers in arms
Once again the golden sunbeam reaches my eyes I stand up and raise my sword up high
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Copy to Clipboard: Gathered round the wooden table Same tavern as the nights before I brace myself against the gable Sunlight pushes its way through the gap in the door
As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes I stand up and raise my pint up high
One more for our brothers who fought beside us One more and forward again Once more, we'll fight and conquer Until we'll meet again
Staring at the stools not taken I reach for my tankard of ale The silence remains unbroken All you hear is a tinkle of mail
As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes I stand up and raise my pint up high
One more for our brothers...
Like a raging thunderstorm we flew down the forested hill Tree-trunks and rocks passing by The endless ranks stood waiting out in the open field My fingers gripped the handle of my sword
With full power we smashed into their lines The ground shook, swords tasted flesh Hooves trampling over men screaming for their lives The battle raged until both troops were threshed
Grief no more over friends who died That day will come to us all Until then we shall fight with pride Raise our pints till the dawn
Grief no more over friends who died That day will come to us all Side by side we shall ride once more When the Horn calls for War
Feeling low and heavy hearted Interrupted by a distant alarm Seems like the war has started May it be for our brothers in arms
Once again the golden sunbeam reaches my eyes I stand up and raise my sword up high
One more for our brothers...
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