I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black
cloud that hides the sun.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Get up
to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing.
Take women and children and bed them down.
Take women and children and bed them down.
Bring me
my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Bless
with a hard heart those who surround me.
Bless
the women and children who firm our hands.
Put our
backs to the north wind. Hold fast by the river.
Sweet
memories to drive us on for the motherland.
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