THE WARRIORS' CALL

It is the warriors' call

tonight we're leaving home

don't cry my little boy

When you will grow old

you'll have my shining sword

you'll beat hard in the storm

If I die in the battle

my beloved wife take this boy in your hands

And embrace him on your breast

and embrace him on your breast

It is the warriors call

the sound comes from the horn

the wound will never close

A place of blood and hope

the flames are burning tall

comrades we'll never fall

If I die in the battle

my beloved wife I'll protect you like spirits do

I'll embrace you in my eyes

I'll embrace you in my eyes

Hey raise your head

I don't want you to despair

I want to see a smile

I will bring you warm nights of spring

then you can rest and see our world

bloom.

Hey raise your head

please, raise your head

It is the warriors' call

tonight we're leaving home

don't cry my little boy

don't cry my little boy