Here my heart does long to stay, yet nothing will keep me here
Annlaw’s craft never’ll be mine, this I fear
Master dear must not despair, new horizons in new lands
Never must he fail to believe in his hands
If you will stay here longer you’ll stay to shed your blood
Outlaws are roaming freely to take all that we’ve got
A band, perhaps a dozen strong, in plunder they delight
Against twelve we’re but seven yet we will stand and fight
Brave men I see standing in line
Yet seven you are not but nine
We must never give in without fighting
Offer tribute, beg them spare our lives
If victory’s denied we’ll perish in the flames
It’s all or nothing, there’ll be blood tonight
Yellow-haired their leader is, riding on a sorrel mare
Swords for hire, for no life they’ll ever care
Nine may stand against a dozen though if Dorath leads them on
Evil ruffians know no mercy, be foregone
We’ll fight with strength and cunning and never will despair
We’ll hide among our flock to take the outlaws unaware
The women of the Commot will set up a raging din
Rakes and hoes resembling swords and battleaxes of our kin
The day has gone, up is the moon
It’s time to fight, they’re coming soon
Dorath the king of thieves, come face me, come face your end
This time your treachery won’t help you
We will defend, you’ll never see the sun
The Commot folk are no warriors
Who taught them to wield a sword
My companions dead or dying
We’ll meet again, Swineherd Lord
Wicked robbers fled with yellings, victory this battle brought
Those who did not flee were put to the sword
Yes they feared the kindly master and they feared bold Gurgi too
In the moonlight swords were gleaming right and true
They’ll come back to our land no more
We’ll be with you in times of war
Annlaw’s craft never’ll be mine, this I fear
Master dear must not despair, new horizons in new lands
Never must he fail to believe in his hands
If you will stay here longer you’ll stay to shed your blood
Outlaws are roaming freely to take all that we’ve got
A band, perhaps a dozen strong, in plunder they delight
Against twelve we’re but seven yet we will stand and fight
Brave men I see standing in line
Yet seven you are not but nine
We must never give in without fighting
Offer tribute, beg them spare our lives
If victory’s denied we’ll perish in the flames
It’s all or nothing, there’ll be blood tonight
Yellow-haired their leader is, riding on a sorrel mare
Swords for hire, for no life they’ll ever care
Nine may stand against a dozen though if Dorath leads them on
Evil ruffians know no mercy, be foregone
We’ll fight with strength and cunning and never will despair
We’ll hide among our flock to take the outlaws unaware
The women of the Commot will set up a raging din
Rakes and hoes resembling swords and battleaxes of our kin
The day has gone, up is the moon
It’s time to fight, they’re coming soon
Dorath the king of thieves, come face me, come face your end
This time your treachery won’t help you
We will defend, you’ll never see the sun
The Commot folk are no warriors
Who taught them to wield a sword
My companions dead or dying
We’ll meet again, Swineherd Lord
Wicked robbers fled with yellings, victory this battle brought
Those who did not flee were put to the sword
Yes they feared the kindly master and they feared bold Gurgi too
In the moonlight swords were gleaming right and true
They’ll come back to our land no more
We’ll be with you in times of war
( Lucid Dreaming )
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