Warriors of the Northern Border

It's rugged and harsh on the king's northern march,
So far from the glitter of court.
The weather is cold and the life it is hard,
And often times is short.
The outposts up here on Atlantia's frontier
Are first to taste the steel.
But northern border warriors will bear the brunt,
And die before they yield.

Chorus:
So our laughter is longer and louder than most,
And the mead we drink faster than ever it's poured.
The folk of the border have found that the dancing
Is sweetest when danced on the edge of the sword.

Our leather we dye with the blood of our Foes.
Our weapons need never fear rust.
Defending the gates 'gainst the East Tyger's hordes:
We ever hold that trust.
The warriors carousing long into the night,
Who never seem to sleep,
'Tis sure that they've done a long turn on the wall
Of a northern border keep.

(Chorus)

A warriors takes pleasures as ever he can.
By this be ye never dismayed.
The fire that sheds forth the brightest of light
Must sooner fail and fade.
So sleep ye safe 'neath your satins and silks
And sip your southern wines.
We'll keep the wolf beyond the wall,
We will keep the border line.