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As thunder borne upon the wind |
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Was heard the battle's wild uproar |
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See the angels of the dead |
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Seek blood dripping crimson red |
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Amidst the heaps of foemen slain |
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Drenched with battle's bloody rain |
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On the plate-mail rattled loud |
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The arrow-shower's rushing cloud |
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Spear-torrents swept away |
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Ranks of foes from light of day |
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In the dark the spears were whet |
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Grimly pointed metal shone |
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Dread the weapons of the knights |
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Battered shield and blood-smeared swords |
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Ravens, rain-soaked lurked the feast |
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Nesting redly the deceased |
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Grim the jaws that shook their shields |
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Red the fangs that bit the bones |
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Spear-torrents swept away |
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Ranks of foes from light of day |