One More (Live At Wanaja Festival 2008)

Gathered round the wooden table
Same tavern as the nights before
I brace myself against the gable
Sunlight pushes its way through a gap in the door.

As the golden sunbeams hit my eyes
I stand up and raise my pint up high.

One more for our brothers who fought beside us
One more and forward again
Once more, we'll fight and conquer
Until we'll meet again.

Staring at the stools not taken
I reach for my tankard of ale
The silence remains unbroken
All you hear is a tinkle of mail.

As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes
I stand up and raise my pint up high.

One more for our brothers...

Like a raging thunderstorm we flew down the forested hill
Tree-trunks and rocks passing by
The endless ranks stood waiting out in the open field
My fingers gripped the handle of my sword.

With full power we smashed into their lines
The ground shook, swords tasted flesh
Hooves trampling over men screaming for their lives
The battle raged until both troops were threshed.

Grief no more over friends who died
That day will come to us all
Until then we shall fight with pride
Raise our pints till the dawn.

Grief no more over friends who died
That day will come to us all
Side by side we shall ride once more
When the Horn calls for War.

Feeling low and heavy hearted
Interrupted by a distant alarm
Seems like the war has started
May it be for our brothers in arms.

Once again that golden sunbeam reaches my eyes
I stand up and raise my sword up high.

One more for our brothers...