Lightning Of Blood by Himinbjorg
Steel is still faintly glimmering in the sunlight
But wounds will soon smoke in the freezing dawn
And my sword will be the color of embers....
My war horse hammering the ground with impatience.
Proud with our swrods and shields in hands,
Our ancestors' blood burning within our bodies
We are spinning a web of fright for our enemies
And each man will see his face in it.
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