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