My Father's Word

Wise and kind were the words
That my father'd spoken
Of this ancient bond
That should ne'er be broken
“we can never return to this land of ours
You must hold on to ties that ever bound us!
Take my sword and lead on-truth shall be thy guide!
For the truth is the light that we bear inside
This foreign land will know your last hours
Don't forget of your past, and your great forefathers!”

Gather all ye hordes, there's something in the air
March we on through time since lads we have prepared
So fill the horn with water, the kind that only burns
And listen to thy father's word and they get what they deserve.

Get it!

Your light shines in me!
Your light i'll bear in me!
By father's word

I remember the power of the words he hath proclaimed
“life is something sacred boy, not an easy game”
Over misty mountains, over fields and seas
Over all the people, we never wished to be.

And i know, your honour and pride are eternal
They'll lead through the march of time years to come
While we are just passing this brief mortal realm.

By father's word.