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 [bad word] the weak

 And then, the great rains set in
 And but for a moment it seemed
 As if all the blood had been cleansed by the Gods