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Viking
For Faith, Folk and Europe
THE WARRIORSâ CALL
THE WARRIORSâ CALL
It is the warriorsâ call
tonight weâre leaving home
donât cry my little boy
When you will grow old
youâll have my shining sword
youâll 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 weâll never fall
If I die in the battle
my beloved wife Iâll protect you like spirits do
Iâll embrace you in my eyes
Iâll embrace you in my eyes
Hey raise your head
I donât 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
It is the warriorsâ call
tonight weâre leaving home
donât cry my little boy
donât cry my little boy