Heathen Foray

heralding.the.fireblade - falkenbach
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 forrest 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 armour
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 heathenpride,
who gatheren in a mighty battle-line
and awaited their
gods to give the final sign
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