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A grey man comes across the moor

He bears the face of hardship

wind beaten and scarred, throughout hs life...

Now lay in ruins the strongholds of the north

a sad sight to greet our guest

once proud and strong

Now lay in ruins the strongholds of the north

long since forgotten

he returns to our land

with sadness in his heart

Now lay in ruins the strongholds of the north

no one remembers his face

A grey man comes... a grey man comes

a grey man comes... a grey man comes

To no god he has kneeled

and no one he will obey

he does not look to the past

he just moves on forward

In his veins runs heroic blood

ancestors spirits did guide him

his presence echoes still

his path lays in ruins behind him

A grey man comes across the sea

on the last of the longships he sails

on our shores he stand once more

with sword drawn in hand

on a hill he used to know

now stands the cross of deceit

a grey man comes across the sea

to these shores he's been before...

A grey man comes... a grey man comes

a grey man comes... a grey man comes