falkenbach
heathen foray
In ancient times once rode across the land A man unknown on a horse of untold grand, Adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold Of whom the tales since ages unknown told  The man arrived at the shore of sea And gazed onto the nightly sky, His ears could hear and his eyes could see Two ravens dark as night passing by  In a distance far the thunder sounds And lightnings reached the frozen grounds, His breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong As the day now came, awaited oh so long  Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed When the dawn heralds the twilight of the day Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand For a heathenish foray  Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow Over mountains 'till the landscape changed its face So he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill Like a welcome to all those who trod this place  He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer 'round his neck He forced his way though he didn't saw the path, But he did not rest, 'till he had crossed this land of chill And the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill  His eyes could see the forest shining bright And it's trees reflected solens golden light, The sound of horns then reached his ears To welcome him and take away his fears  From all their lands the kings, they came With their retinue of countless men, And the maiden in full armor sat on their horses, Winged, until the right began  So he rested a while an recovered from his ride, The horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light, And the elder ones sang tales about the past, Of their ancestors pride, that will forever last  As the darkness fell and gone was solens light The silence ruled amongst the men of heathen pride, Who gather in a mighty battle-line And awaited their Gods to give the final sign