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The Shores of Our Land
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Appears On Starfall
Track 6
Length 6:46
Written By Music: Mörck, Holmlid, Lindskog
Lyrics: Jonas Heidgert, Mörck
Preceded By The Dream Seeker
Followed By The Returning

The Shores of Our Land is the sixth track of Dragonland's third full-length album, Starfall.

LyricsEdit

StarfallEdit

"he feels the smell of the salty ocean, hears the crying of pale-white seagulls caught high in the air and the touch of sand to her feet as she sheds a tear and sobs silently with her soft voice.
Her golden hair waves in the wind along with the silk dress which she wears, a gift of love from her husband's many travels and plunders abroad.
She is the wife of a warrior of the north, the fabled savage Norsemen, told of in many tales and myths.
Yet this is not a tale of their skill in battle, nor their mettle with steel, but one of their beloved ones left at home, and the hardships of being close to a man who lives and dies by the sword."
"For the beginning of this story we travel to Turkey, the heart of the great Seljuk Empire under the rule of Sultan Malik-Shah.
The last of the brave Turkish warriors defending their offense fall victim to the blades and axes of the Norsemen, and with a great cry they celebrate their glorious victory.
The stench of death taints the air, and the looting of the treasure the great warriors travelled all this way for is under way.
A man, the main subject of our tale, releases the grip of his sword, a blade adorned with many pagan symbols telling of the great victories of his life, and sheaths it with the sharp sound of metal against metal.
As he ponders upon the deeds he has just carried out, his attention is caught by a small, beautiful cloth flying through the air. He catches it and gently puts it into a leather purse tied to his belt.
The sun slowly begins to rise behind the mountains in the horizon, and the entire setting turns crimson red, seemingly telling of the bloodshed of the past night.
Our hero lifts his hand as a call for silence, to honour they're falling foes, who all died valiantly as true warriors.
"

Silence - After the battle all is still

Slaughter - Yet another mission is fulfilled

Now we begin our journey to our home

Crossing the oceans with sails set abroad


Dragonships they carry us

from coast to coast

Where have we been, what have we done

What have we won?


Solo: Mörck


"In spite of the cloudy weather on the open ocean the water remains unrippled and rests like a great mirror in the fjord, sharply reflecting the surrounding vast mountains clad with snowy peaks.
It is a cold November morning, and the frost falls from a large rowdy man's beard as he opens his mouth to speak of a decision and impatiently awaited by all men aboard the boats. A small town in the north such as where these men live relies heavily upon the bravery and adventures of these warriors. Thus many fear that their imminent homecoming will not last for as long as they would wish.
The captain's voice is deep, and his words sound in the ears of the brave men as a sentence to be departed from their dearest.
"

As our struggle for this time is over

know that we must depart soon again


Dragonships they carry us

They take us home

Where have we been, so far away?

A price we must pay


"The ship which carries our hero is beyond the range of the remainder of the boats, due to his skills of reading the wind. He looks up and lays his eyes upon the contours of the horizon, and starts singing his traditional song of joy and homecoming with tears of happiness quickly becoming frosty pearls on his cheeks."


See the shores of our land

At last we're home

Beloved ones greet us now,

we hold them close in our arms


Our homecoming brings ease to your hearts

But for the fallen we must pray


Solo: Holmlid


"As he kneels to honour his fallen comrades and wish them a safe journey towards the home of their ancestors, he catches the mighty sight of more than a dozen dragonships ascending from the horizon. The joy of the ones waiting in the docks is dampened as he proclaims that all did not make it home, and that some of the loved ones upon the shores will go home with their hearts shattered. Aboard the captain's boat a tall, thin man called out what the warriors for so long have wanted to hear."


Behold the horizon, the seagulls are calling

The harbour of our home is now in sight


"The sound of laughter and happiness mixes with the cries and sobs of those who have lost their dear ones to the blades of the Seljuk warriors.
Our hero, still kneeling in prayer, suddenly feels the gentle touch of a hand on his shoulder, as his young love has come to greet him. Her eyes tell of unspoken joy as they are laid upon his battered and bruised body.
She lovingly wipes some of the dirt and mud from his face as he hands her two gifts, a silk dress and the small piece of cloth from his plunders, she opens her heart in hopeful words.
"


Embrace me now, and hold me close

Look into my eyes and say

that you will always remain

here by the shores of our home


"In the small port town of Högundir a great feast is being held for the heroes whose journey has lasted for several months. Roasted wild boars, and large tankards of mead are being consumed to the music stemming from the many bards' instruments, and great tales of bravery and conquest are sung by every man present bearing an able voice. A large fire makes the otherwise chilly autumn's night feel warm, and creates an atmosphere to be remembered for long by those present. The clapping of their hands and stomping in the ground to the music strike courage in the warriors' hearts, as they know their stay will be a short one. Thus after a short rest following the feast they make ready for yet another perilous travel."


Close to the morning we set sail again

Tears in the eyes of the ones we hold dear


"With a cold look the man of our tale gets his equipment ready while his love sits beside him. Although she knows the necessity of his departure she can't help but to repeatedly ask him to stay, just this once, while tears fall in streams along her face. He is the first to set the sails and embark towards distant lands, and here we leave him, with the promise of many victories and deeds to be sung for ages."


Dragonships they carry us

from coast to coast

Where will we go, so far away?

A price we must pay


Solo: Henrik Danhage


Solo : Magnusson


"As we end our story where it started, we again see the lonely love of the brave man recently departed. In her hand she holds the small, embroidered oriental cloth to remember her dear by. Carried by the wind over the bay, mixing with the cries of seagulls and the water rolling up on the shore, her song of mourning echoes:"


A silent hymn for you, for my love

As you depart from me

Oh, this is goodbye, but I'll be here

on the shores of our land

Normal LyricsEdit

"he feels the smell of the salty ocean, hears the crying of pale-white seagulls caught high in the air and the touch of sand to her feet as she sheds a tear and sobs silently with her soft voice.
Her golden hair waves in the wind along with the silk dress which she wears, a gift of love from her husband's many travels and plunders abroad.
She is the wife of a warrior of the north, the fabled savage Norsemen, told of in many tales and myths.
Yet this is not a tale of their skill in battle, nor their mettle with steel, but one of their beloved ones left at home, and the hardships of being close to a man who lives and dies by the sword."
"For the beginning of this story we travel to Turkey, the heart of the great Seljuk Empire under the rule of Sultan Malik-Shah.
The last of the brave Turkish warriors defending their offense fall victim to the blades and axes of the Norsemen, and with a great cry they celebrate their glorious victory.
The stench of death taints the air, and the looting of the treasure the great warriors travelled all this way for is under way.
A man, the main subject of our tale, releases the grip of his sword, a blade adorned with many pagan symbols telling of the great victories of his life, and sheaths it with the sharp sound of metal against metal.
As he ponders upon the deeds he has just carried out, his attention is caught by a small, beautiful cloth flying through the air. He catches it and gently puts it into a leather purse tied to his belt.
The sun slowly begins to rise behind the mountains in the horizon, and the entire setting turns crimson red, seemingly telling of the bloodshed of the past night.
Our hero lifts his hand as a call for silence, to honour they're falling foes, who all died valiantly as true warriors.
"

Silence - After the battle all is still

Slaughter - Yet another mission is fulfilled

Now we begin our journey to home

Crossing the oceans with sails set abroad


Dragonships they carry us

from coast to coast

Where have we been, what have we done

What have we won?


Solo: Mörck


"In spite of the cloudy weather on the open ocean the water remains unrippled and rests like a great mirror in the fjord, sharply reflecting the surrounding vast mountains clad with snowy peaks.
It is a cold November morning, and the frost falls from a large rowdy man's beard as he opens his mouth to speak of a decision and impatiently awaited by all men aboard the boats. A small town in the north such as where these men live relies heavily upon the bravery and adventures of these warriors. Thus many fear that their imminent homecoming will not last for as long as they would wish.
The captain's voice is deep, and his words sound in the ears of the brave men as a sentence to be departed from their dearest.
"

As our struggle for this time is over Tom Englund

know that we must depart soon again Tom Englund


Dragonships they carry us

They take us home

Where have we been, so far away?

A price we must pay


"The ship which carries our hero is beyond the range of the remainder of the boats, due to his skills of reading the wind. He looks up and lays his eyes upon the contours of the horizon, and starts singing his traditional song of joy and homecoming with tears of happiness quickly becoming frosty pearls on his cheeks."


See the shores of our land

At last we're home

Beloved ones greet us now,

we hold them close in our arms


Our homecoming brings ease to your hearts

But for the fallen we must pray


Solo: Holmlid


"As he kneels to honour his fallen comrades and wish them a safe journey towards the home of their ancestors, he catches the mighty sight of more than a dozen dragonships ascending from the horizon. The joy of the ones waiting in the docks is dampened as he proclaims that all did not make it home, and that some of the loved ones upon the shores will go home with their hearts shattered. Aboard the captain's boat a tall, thin man called out what the warriors for so long have wanted to hear."


Behold the horizon, the seagulls are calling ???? (note: not Englund)

The harbour of our home is now in sight ???? (note: not Englund)


"The sound of laughter and happiness mixes with the cries and sobs of those who have lost their dear ones to the blades of the Seljuk warriors.
Our hero, still kneeling in prayer, suddenly feels the gentle touch of a hand on his shoulder, as his young love has come to greet him. Her eyes tell of unspoken joy as they are laid upon his battered and bruised body.
She lovingly wipes some of the dirt and mud from his face as he hands her two gifts, a silk dress and the small piece of cloth from his plunders, she opens her heart in hopeful words.
"


Embrace me now, and hold me close Johanna Andersson

Look into my eyes and say Johanna Andersson

that you will always remain Johanna Andersson

here by the shores of our home Johanna Andersson


Benjamin Holmlid, Jimmy Samuelsson, Anders Hammer, Björn Dellming


"In the small port town of Högundir a great feast is being held for the heroes whose journey has lasted for several months. Roasted wild boars, and large tankards of mead are being consumed to the music stemming from the many bards' instruments, and great tales of bravery and conquest are sung by every man present bearing an able voice. A large fire makes the otherwise chilly autumn's night feel warm, and creates an atmosphere to be remembered for long by those present. The clapping of their hands and stomping in the ground to the music strike courage in the warriors' hearts, as they know their stay will be a short one. Thus after a short rest following the feast they make ready for yet another perilous travel."


Close to the morning we set sail again

Tears in the eyes of the ones we hold dear


"With a cold look the man of our tale gets his equipment ready while his love sits beside him. Although she knows the necessity of his departure she can't help but to repeatedly ask him to stay, just this once, while tears fall in streams along her face. He is the first to set the sails and embark towards distant lands, and here we leave him, with the promise of many victories and deeds to be sung for ages."


Dragonships they carry us

from coast to coast

Where will we go, so far away?

A price we must pay


Solo: Henrik Danhage


Solo : Magnusson


"As we end our story where it started, we again see the lonely love of the brave man recently departed. In her hand she holds the small, embroidered oriental cloth to remember her dear by. Carried by the wind over the bay, mixing with the cries of seagulls and the water rolling up on the shore, her song of mourning echoes:"


A silent hymn for you, for my love Johanna Andersson

As you depart from me Johanna Andersson

Oh, this is goodbye, but I'll be here Johanna Andersson

on the shores of our land Johanna Andersson

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Norseman's love - Johanna Andersson

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