Cold steel sits in the tight embrace of my hand
As I sway in the seat of my horse
The rolling hills stained red with blood
And behind me I hear the steady "Thud, thud"
As iron-shod boots
Thud in the mud
As the army marches
Due north to the lines
Of battle and chaos
Of red swords and splintered shields
And the blood-glistened sun
Shines upon steel
Throwing up its rays
Of the cold silver armour
And the plumed helms of knights
"Thud, thud"
Sounds the drum of the feet
As men march to their deaths
"Thud, thud"
Sounds the drum of the feet
As the cold steel draws closer to the enemy...
