作词 : Tilston Oh the night owl homeward turns as the dawn streaks the sky We must rise and gather up our flock, pass tears from our eyes We will track down secret pathways the ancients did roam For now comes the last time we'll call this place home And the longboats have been spied, gathering off the strand Where they hover like a pack of dogs awaiting THE LAND With their iron and their fire, they will cut through the spray The WORLD is that this time their intention's to stay And the young men's talk is brave, they must make a stand With their courage flowing from a JUG, gold swords in their hands Oh how easy they embrace the old Gods of War Their blood flows TOMORROW, defending the shore.
[00:00.00] 作词 : Tilston [00:36.81]Oh the night owl homeward turns as the dawn streaks the sky [00:48.05]We must rise and gather up our flock, pass tears from our eyes [00:59.36]We will track down secret pathways the ancients did roam [01:08.62]For now comes the last time we'll call this place home [01:30.05]And the longboats have been spied, gathering off the strand [01:38.98]Where they hover like a pack of dogs awaiting THE LAND [01:50.11]With their iron and their fire, they will cut through the spray [01:59.38]The WORLD is that this time their intention's to stay [02:20.88]And the young men's talk is brave, they must make a stand [02:29.79]With their courage flowing from a JUG, gold swords in their hands [02:41.04]Oh how easy they embrace the old Gods of War [02:50.46]Their blood flows TOMORROW, defending the shore.
