Riding on the plains, wind in my hair
Coldest winds, from the northern skies
We must fight, to stay a live
We shall prevail, we will not die

Slashing, stabbing, thrusting
My sword in hand and friends at side
Screaming, shouting, crying
My horse below, and shield at arm

Enemies fall before me

Bleeding from deeper wounds,
than ever before has been
Arms and legs feel numb of cold

Time for rest is later
Time to live is now
Enemy approaching
I must attack!

Fields of snow – Deep in the valleys of home
Barren wastes – All scattered with bodies forgotten I gather my strength, but the world is in chaos
I cannot separate friend from foe
What is happening, I cannot tell
I feel the ground become my sky

Slashing, stabbing, thrusting
My sword in hand and friends at side
Wounding, maiming, killing
Blood stains the bright white ground

Fields of snow – Deep in the valleys of home
Barren wastes – All scattered with bodies forgotten

I fall from my horse onto the snowy ground
As I lie here, I realize
my legs are beside me – and I am gone

Here is my eternal resting place…

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