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