My woman with a child, I fear for her life
I pray to their god
My oats are with blight, we thieve in the night
I pray to their god
My children starve in filth and squalor
I pray to their god
I turn my face as they look to their father
I pray to their god

I await my answer
Here me you bastard

War comes this way for profit and slave
I pray to their god
If death came this day, would I stand in his way?
I pray to their god
On the coast the northmen do gather
I pray to their god
For I posses neither strenght nor valor
I pray to their god

I await my answer
Here me you bastard

I've waited many moonless nights for an omen to appear
I've made many a bloody offering but still he does not hear
I've been faithful servant, through famine, plague, and war
Now as the northmen march our way I turn my back om that nailed
Whore

I await my answer
Here me you bastard

My grandfather's axe in the bastard's back
As he prays to their god
Are bellies are full, no longer the fool
Who prays to their god
I march with my kin, do all manner of sin
I piss in their god
The sea does not fail, I'm a wolf under sail
No slave to their god