[00:00.000] 作词 : Tilston
[00:36.81]Oh the night owl homeward turns as the dawn streaks the sky
[00:48.05]We must rise and gather up our flock, pass tears from our eyes
[00:59.36]We will track down secret pathways the ancients did roam
[01:08.62]For now comes the last time we'll call this place home
[01:30.05]And the longboats have been spied, gathering off the strand
[01:38.98]Where they hover like a pack of dogs awaiting THE LAND
[01:50.11]With their iron and their fire, they will cut through the spray
[01:59.38]The WORLD is that this time their intention's to stay
[02:20.88]And the young men's talk is brave, they must make a stand
[02:29.79]With their courage flowing from a JUG, gold swords in their hands
[02:41.04]Oh how easy they embrace the old Gods of War
[02:50.46]Their blood flows TOMORROW, defending the shore.