Titmouse sings

Near the house door

Wake up brothers, saddle the horses

Titmouse brings the message of war



COme on sisters

Shine our heavy swords

Then go open the gates

Your brothers must ride to the war



I cut my battle axe

In the green oak

Onto my spear I tread

Here we swear the oath



Almighty god of war and thunder

Watch us from above

Now we are the hunters

To the hunt we go

Father moon, high in the sky

Light our way tonight



Two bloody rivers flow

Down from the hill

There my enemies lie

By my sword they're killed



From their bones we made the bridge to home



This is our warchant

It gives us courage and makes us strong