Dead Knights Rite by Einherjer
As thunder borne upon the wind
Was heard the battle's wild uproar
See the angels of the dead
Seek blood dripping crimson red
Amidst the heaps of foemen slain
Drenched with battle's bloody rain
On the plate-mail rattled loud
The arrow-shower's rushing cloud
Spear-torrents swept away
Ranks of foes from light of day
In the dark the spears were whet
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