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!
