Father and son divided to fall. Both of them chosen warriors betweentwo armies: Both must arm themselves swords buckled and chain mail. They ride and they talk, they stand before most; they are chosen. Hildebrand spoke the younger listened.
Who was my father, from which family he came? Tell me the one, young man for Ill know the other.
Brave men knew him well. Blood and by blood.
Hadubrand, the son of Hildebrand, replied: A gift such as this lore should be received with spear point against point . Then they let sail their ashen spears. A test of might and a desire for duel. Sharp showers of steel and cries of consternation ring out.
They came closer on foot striking fiercely for home: Proud young man you will not die, and nor will I, sixty times I have seen summer turn to winter and winter to summer you half thrice and 30! We are strong in our hearts and our blood the same. If you have courage you might take my armor and spoils have you right to them.
Splitting each others swords striking fiercely until there weapons shattered there shields. Blood and by blood the war cries rang out !Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
