Bloodied Dawn

At dawns first light we wake and ride to the gates our fathers built long ago.
Long have the stones there stood; impervious to time and fallen foes with it.
Pre-chorus:
So few are left of us as many now approach.
Still we fear none, we’ll fight against the odds.
The rising sun sheds new light onto our path.
The wind brings word that enemy ships have struck our land.
Our fate is bound to our swords.
Onward to our shores we ride.
Frightened men march from their ships; just slaves with swords in hand.
Cowards hide behind the weak. Their numbers will not last.
To Thor we pray for bravery once more.
A bloodied dawn awaits, tonight we feast.
In our eyes, no mercy for their kind.
True to our warrior’s oath, we’ll fight and defend for all time.
Tonight we feast and drink our mead for it may be our last.
Raise your drinks into the air until the night has passed.