Warrior Herd - Winterfylleth

Lo!

We learned in days gone by

Of those beneath the stars

Nameless heroes blessed by all

But servants of their lords

Their glory failed not, by man’s conflict

When ensigns clashed and all fell fowl

Men made famous on the earth

By pious leaders, bold in warfare

The hand of slaughter, had been decided

Land wound with fear, with the sedition of 'foes'!

Revered as warriors, and our saviours

When fist and iron on all to war

A nation guard on fields of battle

Where none might home or hope enjoy!

«I was evermore in every way

Of thy will desirous in mind

Now with sorrow must I deeds

Act now as a warrior herd.»

Their hands hath slaughtered, their fate decided

Land red with blood, their foes cut down!

A sinful tribe, the tumult of undone men

The devil’s servants, blindly charging on

After mixed for them, bitter together

These wizards through their magic a fatal drink

Which turned away, the wit and intellect of men

And claimed their hearts within their breasts!

«I was evermore in every way

Of thy will desirous in mind

Now with sorrow must I deeds

Act now as a warrior herd.»