Battlecall

Battlecall is an original song written by THL Finnbjorn Skeggason and THL Kit Hackforth. It has since become a popular song in Lochac. It was originally published in the Blessed Herman Bonfire Songbook.

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Lyrics:

Long years ago I fought in the wars
No matter the king, no matter the cause
I bled my times for the promise of gold
I never thought I’d grow old

Now my sword is old and is rusty
My shield it hangs on the wall
My helmet is dented and dusty
No more do I heed the battlecall

The northmen came raiding for gold and for slaves
Striking like lightning from over the waves
For a handful of silver I defended gods town,
That day I won coin and renown

Now my sword is old and is rusty
My shield it hangs on the wall
My helmet is dented and dusty
No more do I heed the battlecall

I’ve fought in the front lines and led great companies
In battles at home and far over the sea
I dreamed of the fighting I lived for the kill
Some nights now I dream of it still

Now my sword is old and is rusty
My shield it hangs on the wall
My helmet is dented and dusty
No more do I heed the battlecall

My hair has turned silver my arms have grown frail,
Too weak now to lift up my old shirt of mail
The clamour of battle still rings in my ears
Old age was the one thing I feared

Now my sword is old and is rusty
My shield it hangs on the wall
My helmet is dented and dusty
No more do I heed the battlecall

The young men are leaving to fight a new war
Brave banners are flying and battlecries roar
I’ll muster my strength and I’ll steady my breath
And march one last time into death

Now my sword is old and is bloody
My shield is battered and torn
The dents in my helmet are mighty
One last time I heed the battle call

Now my sword is old and is bloody
My shield is battered and torn
The dents in my helmet are mighty
One last time I heed the battle call

One last time I heed the battle call