OAKENSHIELD LYRICS

1. Northreyjar

[Instrumental]

2. Earl Thorfinn

Long ago three men ruled,
Brothers from over the sea
Two earls died,
Leaving the land to one

An heir sailed across the sea
To claim his father's land

Rognvald received his rightful land and that which Einar ruled
For the promise of sword and spear against enemies

Raids in the south proved his worth, but friendship would not last

Arnason, escaping the king, fled to western land
With a large company, too many for one to feed.

More land was needed but Rognvald would not yield

Men were gathered from the isles and from the south
They would march for Thorfinn against his king
Rognvald sailed away and gained support from the king
Men would meet for war

Near the shore they met, a hundred ships covered the sea
The fighting was fierce, many were slain,
Rognvald forced to flee

On a winter's night Rognvald's men returned
Revenge was in their eyes
Thorfinn's house and company were burned
And all the land was claimed

[Spoken:]
Believed to be dead
Thorfinn stowed away to Caithness
Where he bided his time
Plotting his revenge.
Soon before Christmas he returned
And beset Rognvald and his men
By their campfire's light as they made their festive preparations

[Thorfinn:]
"My brother's son was betrayed by his words
Now is is I who returns
He lies slain, my vengeance is wrought.
I lay my claim that these lands are mine!"

3. Jorvik

[Corkhill]

Drivin Rain, Pouding At Steel
North Winds Fill Sails
Land Ahead, Drawing Ever Near
The Hills Are Alive With Fires In The Night

Jorvik Mighty Kingdom Of The North
Von By Brothers Side By Side
Ours By Fire And The Meeting Of Swords
Jorvij, Bastion Of Power In This Land
Far We Wacw Come And Long We Shall Remain

Across The Mighty River Of The North
Into Condemned Land
Down The Road Of Time Long Forgotten
The Ancient Vale Leads The Way To The End

The Cry Of Battle, The Din Of Clashing Steel
The Air Is Filled With Fury And Fire Long Into The Night
Binder Of The Wolf, This Night Is Yours;
Let The Fires Burn For You
Ragnarr Is Avenged By The Shield Din

Jorvik Mighty Kingdom Of The North
Von By Brothers Side By Side
Ours By Fire And The Meeting Of Swords
Jorvij, Bastion Of Power In This Land
Far We Wacw Come And Long We Shall Remain

4. Mannin Veen

[Instrumental]

5. Wen Heath

[Corkhill, Tradition Scotish]

Will Speak Of A Lord Among Earls
Baron Of Barons, Athestan King
My Kinsmen And I Fought By This side;
Bestower Of Ring, In Battle Famed
We Vowed Our Services To Stand,
Whem From The North His Enemy
To Defend His Ancient Land

Hewed The LindeWood, Hacked Battle Shield
Sons With Hammered Brands
A Greatness Bestowed From Their Fathers Before
Struck For Their Hoards And Their Hearths And Their Homes

There Lay Many A Man Marred By The Javelin,
Men Of The Northland Shot Over Shield
There Was The Scotman Weary Of War
Struck For Their Hoards And Their Hearths And Their Homes
Turned The Invader For Country And Throne!

Northman And Saxon, Side By Side
The Day To Fall Or Prevail
Fate Of These Lands, Now To Decide
To Be Told Of In Songs And Spear
Fiercely We Fougth, Nevre To Yield
All Men Saw The Earl Die On That Day
The Scotsmen Fled The Field

Come The Light Of Dawn
Clatter Of Mail Heralds One More
As I Had Foreseen, The Day I Would Rue
As My Brother Lay Slain On The Floor

Five Young Kings Slept By Sword
Numberless Men Fell Dead
Grimly, With Steel Sharp From The Stone
All Were Slain Who Fled

6. Clontarf

[Corkhill, Traditional Irish]

Enemies Of The High King, A Name Which Was Won Throught Guile And Blood,
March In Alliance To Meet Men Fighting In The Name Of Brian Boru
Darkness Has Fallen, Death Will Come At Dawn

Men From Afar And Native sons Will Battle Side By Side, To Defeat The
King Of The Land, Who Made His Name By Way Of The sword And Deceit

Brother Of The King, Th Great Warrior Wolf
Is Howling At The Sky, His Enemies Will Die
Brave Men On The Ground ere Night Comes
They Look To The Sky This Was Their Day To Die
Come The Sacrifice Of The Legend Banner, Its Bearer Shall See Noere More Days
The Earl Of The Isles, Awaiting Fatal Prophecy Is Slain

Hope Is lost For Foreing Men, Survivors Run In Fear
Drowned In The Sea Or Slain On The Bridge, None Will Spared
"Let Man Tell Man That Brodir Felled Brian"; The Last Words From The Last Man
War Will Return, The Land Divided Again

7. Eternal As The Earth

[Corkhill, Traditional English]

Fate Dwell In The Field
On The Hill It Beckons The Dawn
Eternal As The Earth
It Beckons The Live Of Men

Harmer And Healer Of All
Time Is But A Thread
Woven For Men
Walking The Road Before Them
He Who Wandered
He Who Strayed
Is He Who Fought And Died
He Who Became The Wind And Earth

The Sun Shines Over The Hill, Calling All Men Who Stand
He Who Hearss Cannot Return, Life Is Not In His Hands
Under Foot, The Dust And Soil, Lies What We Cannot See
In Time Knowledge Will Come, One Day All Men Are Free

The Path Of Proud Men
Heaven And Horror
Pride And Fear
Trust And Guilt
Eternal As The Earth

Fate Calls From The Wind
All Men Must Yield
The Answer Is On The Hill
In The Field, In The Earth, In The Waves
Destiny Is Everything
Paths Do Not Always Lead
But Must Always Be Followed
Walking The Road Before You

He Who Wandered
He Who Strayed
Is He Who Fought And Died
He Who Became The Wind The Earth

The Sun Shines Over The Hill, Calling All Men Who Stand
He Who Hearss Cannot Return, Life Is Not In His Hands
Under Foot, The Dust And Soil, Lies What We Cannot See
In Time Knowledge Will Come, One Day All Men Are Free

8. The Raven Banner

[Corkhill, Traditional Scandinavian]

High Above Shinning Steel
Flyga Hverjan Dag
A Chilling Tale Now Comes From The North
Ravens Fly In The Blood Red Sky
Jormungrund Yfir
The Beating Of Wings
The Howl Of The Wind
Bright Summer Sun Reddened With Blood
That Which Once Was Green
Now Scorched, Blackened With Ash
Days Grow Cold Under Dark Wings

That Which Is Fed On The Lives Of Men
And Leads Men To Their Deaths
Flying Above, Searching, Wandering
Never Wondering...

High Above Shinning Steel
Flyga Hverjan Dag
The Dawn Is Met With Of Black
How The Winds Now Blow So Strong
Jormungrund Yfir
Carring Wings Of Black

The Distant Skies Of Ancient Times
Flyga Hverjan Dag
Above The Realms Of Forest, Valley And Sea
How The Winds Now Blow So Strong
Jormungrund Yfir
Carrion Wings Of Black







OAKENSHIELD LYRICS