Boiling Led Lyrics - Falconer

Early Morning 

It's cold and the snow is whirling 

Like a warning, a promising fate 

But the king rests in peace on his sled 

Hooves are pounding 

So many thoughts in his head 

All around him 

What if he knows 

He will never again go to bed 

Find him 

Run for your life 

Only promise you'll find him 

Throw him in boiling led 

Nail down the traitor 

Cross over the ice 

Through the wind blows and the hate grows 

Your thoughts will suffice 

On the runner 

Steering the sled and the mare 

The assassin, full of suspense 

With the king resting under the hide 

Like a gunner 

Hiding the axe in his coat 

Our dunner, planning the deed 

And he knows he must follow his guide 

One hit, 

One slash, one single blow. 

The king, 

The pain, the blood, the snow. 

Hooves are pounding 

So many thoughts in their heads 

Out to find him, sure to succeed 

For their king and their leader is dead.