The winds are wishpering that song,
The forests echoed them.
The people seeing something wrong,
But what? They cannot say.
Just watcher look at far away –
And shout without no fear:
Incoming barbs. And let us pray!
Their bands are simply near!
And woman cries. Alone her tear…
The war, the war, the war!
And old man looks for rusty spear,
And spiteful wait of craw.
The rams have already assault,
Begins the battle now –
And who you are – the God or scout –
Be scare of deadly wound!
The Hero tries defend the wall,
The smoke, the blood, the thrill.
The chief commands to hit us more,
Or better all to kill…
The bones will rot around the field,
And tranquil will be dream –
But still we stand for noble deed.
And still is steel our will.