Gather

The king's command

The Amnok has frozen
When it freezes, they cross
Three towns fell in three days
The beacons rise south, and further south

Gather — Gather
They come from the north — They come from the north
Your crimes will not be asked — Your crimes will not be asked
Let the exiles come — Come
Let the slaves come — Come
Let the thieves come — Come

Take up a bow
Take up a spear
Take up a sickle
And if you have none, take up a stone
Strike the anvil
Melt the iron
Melt the bell
Melt the chains

The palace is calling — We hate the palace
It calls anyway — We go anyway

We go while hating

Snow is falling, iron is crying
Snow is falling, iron is crying
North, and further north
Snow is falling, iron is crying
How many will come back alive
We don't know, we don't know
We go anyway
We go anyway

Who is calling — The king is calling
Who is going — We are going

That night fires went up on every pass
Not beacons
People