Lyrics
Out on Northwind, blowin' in again
When it comes the long winter's freeze
The hand is cold, the family's dug in
The burners of the storm on the breeze
The foes will be brought to their knees
The takers' creed, it's a leechin' league
Bound by the hollow pit of the knee
They'll ransom the land until the day is won
Oh, Sunderland of love
Oh, Sunderland of love
The towers of this far-hung mountain
They'll have to answer for their crooked claims
The hollows that surround them
And they'll be runnin' back to the wretches round they came
Nor will the dogs of hell refrain
And the land will suffer those who remain
Written by: Morgan O'Kane
