We stand alone with the bones of our father's breath Retching our souls with the stories of life and death Come pass away on the sinews of our strings But watch your weary eyes and protect thy dreams
A call to arms We brothers four The jobs at hand So dust your tongues And instruments To tell the tales of the land
Steal away the weight that crushes thy bare chest For something's galloped all night To mold this mare's nest We were taught from the whisperings Of our mother’s fears So watch your weary eyes and wipe away those tears
A call to arms We brothers four The jobs at hand So dust your tongues And instruments To tell the tales of the land
Mi stayeem, samye nat kastyamee, ot papinay dooshi Mi stayeem, samye nat kastyamee, ot papinay dooshi Mi stayeem, samye nat kastyamee, ot papinay dooshi Mi stayeem stayeem stayeem Mi stayeem stayeem stayeem Mi stayeem stayeem stayeem