By Hector of the Black Height
Lyrics
We come from the land of the glen and high hill,
Where wild wolves still howl and the singing birds trill;
We take up our arms if our Queen and King will,
For we are the folk of the Northlands,
A people our formen will heed.
(Chorus)
So come, come ye wolves of the breed,
Come from the Northlands, come down to feed.
Come, come ye wolves of the breed,
Come from the Northlands, come down to feed.
We sail ‘cross the sea, past the rapids and isles,
We land on far beaches and tread many miles,
We face many foes and o’ercome many trials
For we are the folk of the Northlands,
We’re known by each valorous deed.
(Chorus)
Our shieldwall advances like thundering gale,
The lindenwood stretched like a billowing sail,
Our allies will cheer and our enemies rail,
When they see the swords of the Northlands
Which strike where our King has decreed.
(Chorus)
The seasons slip past and the summers soon fly,
Someday in our homeland these old bones will lie
But new hearts will race at the warriors’ cry
And they shall be swords of the Northlands
And young hearts to battle will speed.
(Chorus x2)