Free the Lands of the Skildir

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Where gentle rains once fed the crops now blood stains all of my kin
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Farmers and their families all butchered by the greenskin

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We'll Fight to free the lands of the Skildir
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Fight to free the lands of the Skildir
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Fenris Teeth to Archangel
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Through Mountain field and range, we'll
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Fight to free the lands of the Skildir

It almost breaks my heart when I think of devastation
I swear I'll stand and pledge my arms to destroy the whole green nation

I sometimes hear the vicotry horns, the Drachenguard in Battle
I dream I see the lands all free growing green with sheep and cattle

And the only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking
It sort of eases the pain of it and levels out my thinking

The weight of Torsten's sacrifice, pain of following his orders
But now the Daygahz brands my skin, "No Mempo in our Borders"

As each day comes around and we're only into fighting
My ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing

With yellow fire of passion, Black cross of secrecy,
The Sons of Torsten wield a flag to keep us Green-skin Free

And now I hear the victory horns, the Drachenguard in Battle
and now I see the lands all free, growing green with sheep and cattle

We'll Fight to free the lands of the Skildir
Fight to free the lands of the Skildir
Fenris Teeth to Archangel
Through Mountain field and range, we'll
Fight to free the lands of the Skildir

Orig : Clare to Here Ralph McTell
Written and aarranged by Vollsanger ©2019