Ride-Tyr

Northern wind, hail and thunder, blackened sky All my mind like seagulls soaring high All these eastern ways lock our minds in darkened halls Ride to fight it now my chieftain calls There's a fire in his eye As he holds his hungry sword into the sky We ride for the battle, my brothers by my side We fight, we were still standing by the morning light They died, well at least those who didn't run to hide We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide We ride, we ride Lesser men hope for freedom when they die Home is where the heathen banners fly And this eastern king laughs at us in darkened halls Ride to fight him now your chieftain calls There's a fire in his eye As he holds his hungry sword into the sky We ride for the battle, my brothers by my side We fight, we were still standing by the morning light They died, well at least those who didn't run to hide We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide We ride, we ride We ride for the battle, my brothers by my side We fight, we were still standing by the morning light They died, well at least those who didn't run to hide We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide We ride, we ride