Full Moon-Celtibeerian

In a forest to the north In a vast land without lord There's a group of warriors That marches for others' war Night falls and they set camp In a clear where they can stand They're here for lord's demand Just for greed upon these lands There's a man that stands aside Beyond the camp and the fire light The captain walks to his side And asks him if he's feeling fine "No, my captain, all is wrong As I'm thinking of my love The day I marched to war Was the day of our sacred bond" Under this full moon you must leave this war And meet your wife Take your horse and saddle it to ride so far And go to live your life In the forest, the moonlight Reminds my marrying day And I cry for I can't stay this night Close to my wife But the war is something bad And we can win with one less man Take your horse and saddle it To ride so far and go to live your life