I am a stranger in a far-off land
With a helm on my head and my sword in hand
Here and now I shall make my stand
For the glory of the Falcon Throne
Once as a youth I happened to spy
The Calontir Host heading off to war,
Armor polished and swords held high,
A sight that I ne’er had seen before.
I watched them go but could not deny
That this was the life I was destined for,
To fight for the King under foreign skies,
To taste of the battle and thirst for more.
I am a stranger in a far-off land
With a helm on my head and my sword in hand
Here and now I shall make my stand
For the glory of the Falcon Throne
Five years onward and now a man,
My very first taste of the practice field,
A borrowed sword now in my right hand,
My left now raises a worn-out shield.
A seasoned Fyrdman before me stands,
A lightning strike from his sword reveals-
Still more training I must withstand,
As I stagger back and then I yield.
I am a stranger in a far-off land
With a helm on my head and my sword in hand
Here and now I shall make my stand
For the glory of the Falcon Throne
Five years more and a Fyrdman made,
Gone are the fears of my boyhood days,
Countless now are the dues I paid
Amid the chaos of the battle’s haze.
Hard have I worked and have not strayed,
Gone to the Wars with a heart ablaze,
And through the honor I have displayed
I have earned myself the Kingdom’s praise.
I am a stranger in a far-off land
With a helm on my head and my sword in hand
Here and now I shall make my stand
For the glory of the Falcon Throne
Fifteen years since I heard the call
And swore my service to the Falcon Throne,
My armor and scars now say to all
That the youth of the past has finally grown.
Now I stand in the King’s Great Hall,
A Huscarl reaping what I have sown,
And with all my strength I will stand tall
To defend my King and the Falcon Throne.
I am a stranger in a far-off land
With a helm on my head and my sword in hand
Here and now I shall make my stand
For the glory of the Falcon Throne
Twenty long years and a Knight am I,
Defending my Lord on the battlefield,
An enemy soldier I now spy,
And my Lord King stands without a shield.
Now towards the soldier I do fly,
Now does my flesh to his greatsword yield...
(slower)Now do I fall and as I die
My King is saved and my fate is sealed
Final Chorus:
I was a stranger in a far-off land
Who died in battle with my sword in hand
And to my last breath I make my stand
For the glory of the Falcon Throne