Night Fell Behind Songtext
von Summoning

Send mount to mount, raise gallant song
And now don your helms and mail
Let at your ears faint drum call
Calling to the field the day

Now during peace our fill our right
When the sword held in our hand
Our bones are hard and the white sight
For the very end of land


Let pipes ring and brave and white
Stop weeping, pulling cry
Stop weeping, pulling cry
Our business is like land to fight
And hero likes to die
And hero likes to die

Now during peace our fill our right
When the sword held in our hand
Our bones are hard and the white sight
For the very end of land

Let pipes ring and brave and white
Stop weeping, pulling cry
Stop weeping, pulling cry
Our business is like land to fight
And hero likes to die
And hero likes to die