A thousand misty riders came

With swords in hand and mighty steeds.

Brave men did stand their ground

'gainst opponents mightier than gods

The swords did meet in glorious strife

And tears from the heavens fell unto the earth

The ravens came, hungry and greedy

To feast upon the flesh of fallen men

The strivings lasted until twilight

The death of many men and many a noble night

In glorious strife with weapons so bright

But none could withstand their overwhelming might

A thousand misty riders came

With swords in hand, triumphant and brave

Bloodied men collapsed in pain

left to die forsaken by their gods

The swords did cut like a scythe through hay

And blood from the wounds did feed the thirsting soil

The ravens watched, impatient for their hour

Hungry for the flesh of still breathing men