VIKING - THE WARRIORS' CALL [For Faith, Folk and Europe] Dm It is the warriors' call Dm tonight we're leaving home F C Dm don't cry my little boy Dm When you will grow old Dm you'll have my shining sword F C Dm you'll beat hard in the storm F C If I die in the battle Dm Am my beloved wife take this boy in your hands F C And embrace him on your breast Dm C and embrace him on your breast Dm It is the warriors call Dm the sound comes from the horn the wound will never close Dm A place of blood and hope Dm the flames are burning tall F C Dm comrades we'll never fall F C If I die in the battle Dm Am my beloved wife I'll protect you like spirits do F C I'll embrace you in my eyes Dm C I'll embrace you in my eyes Bb C Hey raise your head F I don't want you to despair Dm I want to see a smile Bb C I will bring you warm nights of spring F then you can rest and see our world Dm bloom. Bb C Hey raise your head Bb C please, raise your head (flute solo) Dm It is the warriors' call Dm tonight we're leaving home F C Dm don't cry my little boy 2x F C Dm don't cry my little boy 3x F C D don't cry my little boy 3x