Call the Names Songtext
von Heather Dale

Call the names of the foemen who've fallen
Let them be carried like seeds on the wind
Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed
Let them be jewels in the crown of our King

Gather the sheaves
Of harvest-time lightly
Many a day will they strengthen our kin
Gather the sheaves
Of arrow shafts tightly
Many a battle their feathers will win

Call the names of the foemen who've fallen
Let them be carried like seeds on the wind
Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed
Let them be jewels in the crown of our King


Sharpen the blades
Of the axe-worker's cutting
Many a timber will strengthen our hall
Sharpen the blades
That are ready for blooding
Many a fray when the foemen will fall

Call the names of the foemen who've fallen
Let them be carried like seeds on the wind
Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed
Let them be jewels in the crown of our King

Fashion the spears
For the winter months' hunting
Many a beast will they bring to the spit
Fashion the spears
For the battlerush running
Many an army will fear where they hit

Call the names of the foemen who've fallen
Let them be carried like seeds on the wind
Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed
Let them be jewels in the crown of our King