Dance of Axes and Swords-Graveland

From inside a large plan glade From where seems the sun to rise Echoe tunes of songs of battle Which lull thousand weapons in air And dance axes and swords Rumble the tinkling of blades Roar a pandemonium of voices Warriors shout outcries on winds Exult their immortal olden prides And dance axes and swords Blood rain from their bodies As the dance envoles Grass turns from green o red Sun is gone, shines bloody the moon And dance axes and swords Wolves observe, waiting a prey Ravens above, flying in circles Horn sound from the top of hill Victorious warriors rejoice and march It's ended the dance of axes and swords