A red confluence of rivers Massive is the flow after battle
The churning waters turned crimson
The life blood of heroes now a flood
Prayers swirl like snow in a blizzard
Sacred grounds of death made a chapel
Human waves pushed for extinction
The purple masses burned now turned ash
The Danes ambushed at night by order of the king
The Saxons act with shield and axe with brutality
Now is the hour of shield wall breaking
Some die, few are valiant, others flee to Valhalla
The winds of the coming storm singing
The God Ares revels in the mortality
Covered in blood, the land is shaking
Sacred shadows remain, their sacrifices echo
"So many died in an area so small that the field
was said to have been still whitened with bleached
bones 50 years after the battle"
