Funeral Pyre
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He is gone, and with him, all hope have deserted us
There will be no battle tomorrow,
Only a grim slaughter
Shall we mourn brothers, broken by despair
Shall we let our grief taint our last night on earth?
Or shall we remember one last time the old man
Let's get out of the Dros, along Delnoch's vale,
Down to Ulric's camp
Let's drink, dance and sing, with our brothers
Let's gather one last time, my friends,
Around his funeral pyre
The wind blows
Over the Dros
It cries niw
For the old Druss
Will you raise your horn
And sing in his great honor
Will you let him burn
An lit his funeral pyre
The wind blows
Over the Dros
It cries now
For the old Druss
There will be no battle tomorrow,
Only a grim slaughter
Shall we mourn brothers, broken by despair
Shall we let our grief taint our last night on earth?
Or shall we remember one last time the old man
Let's get out of the Dros, along Delnoch's vale,
Down to Ulric's camp
Let's drink, dance and sing, with our brothers
Let's gather one last time, my friends,
Around his funeral pyre
The wind blows
Over the Dros
It cries niw
For the old Druss
Will you raise your horn
And sing in his great honor
Will you let him burn
An lit his funeral pyre
The wind blows
Over the Dros
It cries now
For the old Druss