Buccaneers plague the north westering sands The fight never ends for the cave dwelling clans This day the midland coast the sea dogs dare Stoats, weasels, ferrets, and rat corsairs A badger lourde blows the horn to gather his host As did all before him; their hares at their posts At Salamandastron there stood Brocktree's kin "Eulalia!" they all cried o'er the din
Chorus The past, present, future, all carved in sacred walls When a mountain lourde had passed another came from Brockhall Heeding the call to stand guard at this tower Defenders of Mossflower
The Long Patrol made of rag tag fighting hares Slaying all roving beasts who looted for shares Armoured by the forge which never ceased in its plume From the distant horizon the pirates all spotted their doom
Crimson caking fur from Boar the Fighter's bloodwrath The vermin test his mettle as it shines in his grasp The rage to kill no other combatant could bear The reddened eyes beaming a murderous glare No creatures can escape his paw as it sweeps Open wounds steaming as the gulls swoop to reap Returning to the keep only when he'd prevailed The bodies washed by waves that they had once sailed
Chorus
A star was felled on their edge of the world Leaving a smouldering rock of ore Smoke bellowed out from the forge as it curled For a blade tempered as none before
The broken shards mended for a sword reborn Many paws would pass it down for others to grab it To protect Redwall Abbey these creatures had sworn Warriors dressed in a monk's homely habitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
