Full Moon - Celtibeerian

In a forest to the north

In a vast land without lord

There’s a group of warriors

That marches for others' war

Night falls and they set camp

In a clear where they can stand

They’re here for lord’s demand

Just for greed upon these lands

There’s a man that stands aside

Beyond the camp and the fire light

The captain walks to his side

And asks him if he’s feeling fine

«No, my captain, all is wrong

As I’m thinking of my love

The day I marched to war

Was the day of our sacred bond»

Under this full moon you must leave this war

And meet your wife

Take your horse and saddle it to ride so far

And go to live your life

In the forest, the moonlight

Reminds my marrying day

And I cry for I can’t stay this night

Close to my wife

But the war is something bad

And we can win with one less man

Take your horse and saddle it

To ride so far and go to live your life