A thunder of war roared through the sky As the armies ran towards each other
Bone-breaking blows of warhammers Shields crushed, steel broke, flesh torn apart Gut-ripping strokes of foul swords fell Impaled by spears, blood spitting dying.
Pierced by arrows on the blood drenched fields The penetrating stench of death
More enemy forces leapt out of the hills Overwhelming our flanks But then our captain rose the banner and screamed You'll fight to the end, don't fear no defeat
And now new strength was found, the turn in the fight As a falcon shrieked and pierced the sky above Into amazement the enemy fell Our flanks reformed and we fiercely charged again.
Yes, once again a furious warcry filled the sky The glorious falcon, our victory is near. With our captain in the frontline Holding the banner of the falcon up high
And so we charged on to fight With the swing of the blunt battle axes and the reaping halberds. The terrifying screams of our enemies, now brutally slaughtered at will. In the frenzy, fair young men left with shattered faces and strong heroes' arms left dismembered. That was the price of our victory.