Winterfylleth Warrior Herd
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."