One More

Turisas

One More



Gathered round the wooden table

Same tavern as the nights before

I brace myself against the gable

Sunlight pushes its way through the gap in the door



As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes

I stand up and raise my pint up high



One more for our brothers who fought beside us

One more and forward again

Once more, we'll fight and conquer

Until we'll meet again



Staring at the stools not taken

I reach for my tankard of ale

The silence remains unbroken

All you hear is a tinkle of mail



As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes

I stand up and raise my pint up high



One more for our brothers...



Like a raging thunderstorm we flew down the forested hill

Tree-trunks and rocks passing by

The endless ranks stood waiting out in the open field

My fingers gripped the handle of my sword



With full power we smashed into their lines

The ground shook, swords tasted flesh

Hooves trampling over men screaming for their lives

The battle raged until both troops were threshed



Grief no more over friends who died

That day will come to us all

Until then we shall fight with pride

Raise our pints till the dawn



Grief no more over friends who died

That day will come to us all

Side by side we shall ride once more

When the Horn calls for War



Feeling low and heavy hearted

Interrupted by a distant alarm

Seems like the war has started

May it be for our brothers in arms



Once again the golden sunbeam reaches my eyes

I stand up and raise my sword up high



One more for our brothers...