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

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 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