Paroles de Call The Names

Call the names of the foemen who've fallen Let them be carried like seeds on the wind Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed Let them be jewels in the crown of our King Gather the sheaves of harvest-time lightly Many a day will they strengthen our kin Gather the sheaves of arrow shafts tightly Many a battle their feathers will win Call the names of the foemen who've fallen Let them be carried like seeds on the wind Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed Let them be jewels in the crown of our King. Sharpen the blades of the axe-worker's cutting Many a timber will strengthen our hall Sharpen the blades that are ready for blooding Many a fray when the foemen will fall Call the names of the foemen who've fallen Let them be carried like seeds on the wind Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed Let them be jewels in the crown of our King Fashion the spears for the winter month's hunting Many a beast will they bring to the spit Fashion the spears for the battle rush running Many an army will fear where they hit Call the names of the foemen who've fallen Let them be carried like seeds on the wind Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed Let them be jewels in the crown of our King.