Bathory Shores In Flames
Mother winter leaves our land And opens wide the seas The lukewarm breeze does beckon me As it whispers through the trees It says: Set your sails And let me take your ship to foreign shores Take farewell of those near you And your land of the North! The wild cold deep black ocean's waves Invites my hungry heart Cry not my love I'll return Only death can keep us apart Oden in the sky up high Let the Ravens of yours fly To guide us on our sail to foreign shores Let your Ravens fly The wind blows through my hair fills our sails with hope and pride Caress these lines of Oak, wind Do not throw us all aside The wild cold deep black ocean's waves As wide as sky above Carry us, oh, Gods of sea Don't take us down below Now approach the shore at dawn All is still the light of daybreak is yet to be born Clad in morning dew asleep The city's walls rise before us men from the seas Carrying cold steel at our sides No time to lose at sunbirth we attack the city by surprise Down the coastlines with the wind we reign Men of the North we leave the shores I flames Shores in Flames Fire! Tor of thunder way up high Swing your Hammer that cracks the sky Send the wind to fill our sails and take us home Guide your sons, us, home When the wind cries out my name And time has come for me to die Then wrap me in my cape And lay my sword down at my side Then place me on a ship of Oak And let it drift with tide Let the flames purify my soul On its way to hall up high Up high Fire!
