Letra de Green

The midday sun beats down through the clouds over these hills Wandering and wondering, remembering dreams I saw killed I hear the sound of marching as I gird myself for war Waiting for the moment when we learn what is in store Waiting for the moment when we keep the oaths we swore I have learned my history And I know who I am I will walk the path of ice With a Stags Horn in each hand I have walked in fields fallow that in times gone were green I have danced upon a shore that no man else has seen I once had a sword but I left it high upon the tor To put a smile on the lips of the one that I fight for And when the moment comes, I will keep the oaths I swore I have learned my history And I know who I am I will walk the path of ice With a Stags Horn in each hand And as the ravens fly onward And the fire sweeps the land I’ll charge into the fray With a stag horn in each hand