Children of the Black Star

©Darius of the Bells (Don Riney)



Cold dew on the ground, fog rolling in on the field
My brothers and sisters, they strap on their armor
Sun shining off of a shield

They are Children Black Star nothing stands in their way
For Honor and Glory they'll win the day
Now they're fighting for the black star shining down from the sky
Defending her honor with all of their might

Now I am a child of Ansteorra she is part of my dream
I will sing you her praises by the fire lights gleam

Sing how we are children of the Black star nothing stands in our way
Sing of Honor and Glory, sing of winning the day
I sing of Ansteorra, she's my mother and home
I sing of her wisdom, how she cares for her own

Cold dew on the ground, fog rolling in on the field
My brothers and sisters, they strap on their armor
The dream shining off of a shield