An ice-cold wind Chills to the bone A mistswept veil Clouds the shore
Horizons yield to pale light Morning's embrace, a bitter respite Before the mounds of dead, we mourn Thousands slain for glory forevermore
Three days have passed Since we first gave battle A hopeless task Yet we proved our mettle
Afoot on foreign shores (Without a hope, without a home) Helms cleaved and shields torn (Spears cracked and axes worn) We few survived to see a new day (And at this day's end, we will fade away) Into the tales of mortal men (For none yearn to see the sun rise again)
We came, not alone A king, a queen and an army Victory, we tasted with our blades Their blood, our blood, now one with the waves
Malice's touch An icy grasp A cruel fate Not to die
Bruised and bleeding Exhausted and freezing A cruel fate Not to die
Tides, come forth and wash me clean Of grief and loss and misery Sweep the blood into the sea And carry this burden so far from me
Free me of the memory Of this blood red scene So many dead as far as can see All in the name of a land once free
The dead lie shattered And soon too the dying We few who still cling to life Stumble forth into the tides
Our strength has left our bodies As life seeps from our wounds I welcome the cold darkness The warm embrace of ice