VIKING - THE WARRIORS CALL
[For Faith, Folk and Europe]
It is the warriors call
tonight we re leaving home
don t cry my little boy
When you will grow old
you ll have my shining sword
you ll beat hard in the storm
If I die in the battle
my beloved wife take this boy in your hands
And embrace him on your breast
and embrace him on your breast
It is the warriors call
the sound comes from the horn
the wound will never close
A place of blood and hope
the flames are burning tall
comrades we ll never fall
If I die in the battle
my beloved wife I ll protect you like spirits do
I ll embrace you in my eyes
I ll embrace you in my eyes
Hey raise your head
I don t want you to despair
I want to see a smile
I will bring you warm nights of spring
then you can rest and see our world
bloom.
Hey raise your head
please, raise your head
(flute solo)
It is the warriors call
tonight we re leaving home
don t cry my little boy 2x
don t cry my little boy 3x
don t cry my little boy 3x