The Messenger (исполнитель: Bathory)
Clear was the sky : now storm clouds are forming the sun disc was high : the dusk came too soon sighted : a forest of masts and sails ride swift yee messenger : the word must get through Carry the news to the villages westward Asa Bay is under attack light the signal fires along the shoreline sound the bugle : upon us is the storm Ride up the coast : sound the alarm the enemy fleet soon to land women and children to the hill : the enclosure to the shore every brave able hand Sons of ours afar in foreign land their swords will be missed on this fateful day brother of Eigil : who set sail for Vinland with Torgeir the strong and Ashur the brave Upon us the storm : the twilight was sudden the clear sunny day : now bitterly cold may the Gods be all with us : and fate by us stand let the livestock [bad word] and bury your gold The messenger riding swift through the forest crossing the wide open plains carrying the news of the storm : the fleet fast approaching to arms all : defend Asa Bay Clear was the sky : now storm clouds are forming the sun disc was high : the dusk came too soon now restless the waves : [bad word] the sea red are the sails : may the message get through Now dark is the sky : the storm clouds assembled the enemy fleet soon to land in the dark grey haze glimmering sharp steel is drawn the swelling sails nearer now : stand and fight every man Ride through the forest : past mountains and creeks upon us is fire and doom carry me [bad word] swift : my good able steed the news of the storm must get through