Drums of the Hold

Drums

The drums, drums, drums of the hold

Keep rowing forward for silver and gold

We’ll sweat and we’ll strive to reach one more dawn

While the drums, drums, carry us on.

The first fjordman met on the side of the sea

I gutted with spearpoint at far pavency

Flint in the heather and fire in the town

We plundered all worth and we burnt the rest down

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The second sand touched down in dusk at the shore

Were met with the fjordmen that shield crossed my oar

With blade I’d have finished the lad in short time,

But the oaken long paddle, it did just as fine.

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The third day from hastings we sharpened the blade

And hit a small village for one saxon raid

The people were sleeping, they all sleep there still

The plunder was pour for the men we would kill

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Just four days from turning the ship home and east

We picked one last target to mark for a feast

But word had reached far and they ambushed our crew

The sword slipped my guard and it ran me clean through

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