With his eyes on the clouds He prays to the Gods To live next few moments well To be worth his father`s name Past time is on his mind His first fight in the War Bright was the day And now the rain is pouring down And when he falls, Other men will take his place To stand on wind and rain On the hill he waits For the sign of his king To run to the valley to fight Brave, young man Take a sword in your hand Hear a sound of a horn And fight until the end