Bold with beauty, bright dawns the day
When standing forth the hero strong
Faces his fears his foes to slay
Backs down not from the teeming throng.
High is the heart the soul is singing
When forth he fares to face the foe
Shield on his arm, bright blade bringing
As at the lead of the van he goes.
Farewell was said to hearth and home
Greetings given to blade and spear
Soon will the dead feed earth and loam
All men die, honor conquers fear.
Bold in the battle, bright blade gleams
Blood waters grass, and heather grows
Few foes can his fury face, seems
But moments until battle slows.
His breath he catches, one long sigh
Then lays him down upon the sward
To rest, to sleep, to dream, to die
And go then to his just reward.
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