作词 : Tilston
Oh the night owl homeward turns as the dawn streaks the sky
We must rise and gather up our flock, pass tears from our eyes
We will track down secret pathways the ancients did roam
For now comes the last time we'll call this place home
And the longboats have been spied, gathering off the strand
Where they hover like a pack of dogs awaiting THE LAND
With their iron and their fire, they will cut through the spray
The WORLD is that this time their intention's to stay
And the young men's talk is brave, they must make a stand
With their courage flowing from a JUG, gold swords in their hands
Oh how easy they embrace the old Gods of War
Their blood flows TOMORROW, defending the shore.