Warchief

Night again. Darkness falls across the land And the battle stops My throat burns Sippin' wine I take my turn, but the bottle is dry Will you be coming home? Guiding them all alone, warchief? You gotta be brave, because fear makes a shallow grave Will you be coming home? Guiding them all alone, warchief? Far away, young men train and the children play But, they'll never know Fireside. Wrapped inside of a wild beast hide But my bones are still cold Will you be coming home? Guiding them all alone, warchief? You gotta be brave, because fear makes a shallow grave Will you be coming home? Guiding them all alone, warchief?