Sound of a Horn - Demether

With his eyes on the clouds

He prays to the Gods

To live next few moments well

To be worth his father’s name

Past time is on his mind

His first fight in the War

Bright was the day

And now the rain is pouring down

And when he falls,

Other men will take his place

To stand on wind and rain

On the hill he waits

For the sign of his king

To run to the valley to fight

Brave, young man

Take a sword in your hand

Hear a sound of a horn

And fight until the end