, well at least those who didn't run to hide We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide We ride, we ride We ride for the battle, my brothers
Waiting one to take the ride to hell Birds of a feather What's holding us together When ways lead north and neither Through rain and heavy weather we ride
Překlad: Tyr. Jízda na Hel.
well at least those who didn't run to hide We ride for the borough where mead and wenches bide We ride, we ride We ride for the battle, my brothers by
wide Waiting one to take the ride to hell Birds of a feather What's holding us together When ways lead north and neither Through rain and heavy weather we ride
