Verse 1 Hammer sings on iron blades Sparks like stars against the night Every man a vow has made Every sword prepared for fight Verse 2 Mothers braid the warriors’ hair Salt and tears inside their eyes Whisper prayers into the air Where the silent raven flies Chorus Pack the fire, sharpen steel Tomorrow we will ride the tide Every wound and scar will heal When the sea becomes our guide Verse 3 Whistling echoes through the yard Like a ghost of ancient men Every heartbeat beating hard For the open sea again Chorus Pack the fire, sharpen steel Tomorrow we will ride the tide Every wound and scar will heal When the sea becomes our guide
