Bretwaldas Of Heathen Doom - Haunted Ride

No time for grief's lamenting chorus
Bodies of men scythed down like wheat
As javelins slam into the hillside
Black pounding hearts keep up their murderous beat

In winter's broad dominion
The fetters burst, the haunted ride
A warning for the living
Unending rage of those who died

No faltering, no hesitation
The raven banner leads our force
A restless day among the living
A restless night beneath the gorse