Grey sweet mother, oh sea, is calling Calling my name Waves come ashore screaming and howling Hatred of vain Many have come and many have fallen Crimson be tide We"re going west! Shadows are growing At sunrise we ride ... In fear you follow me not! Drinking all night for our death and freedom We know no king No treasure, no land, no power, no glory Holding this ring Wait till you hear from me; tomorrow We step in the mist Witches and wizards of north to follow We"re going east! In wisdom you follow me not! The skies will be falling, the snow will be reddishly glowing The words will be spoken, the ways of the old will be broken The waves will be rising, we"ll take our sails to horizon The ice will be fire, we drink to the funeral fire!
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