On These Endless Fields - Haggard

Their horses heavy

In clad and chain armor

March into battle

Man against man

Sword against sword

Hammer and axe against shield

Let the banners fly high

Mortal screams pierce the cold air

As steel meets flesh and the strong rule the weak

And then, a great rains set in

And but for a moment it seemed

As if all the blood had been cleanse by the Gods