Our friends and tribes had faced defeat
And with every ally destroyed we were the last
We chose to fight for this we called our home
For the people we considered family
By victory or death
We would deny the curse
Placed upon us by the enemy
Should we die here, only our bones
Would be proof of our stand
By superior numbers they'd herded us
Into a defensive circle
The slower, unskilled warriors fell first
Fighting nearly stopped
For the closeness of bodies engaged in combat
The foe had made us give ground
But not in retreat
Soon the fires licked in every direction
All around we could smell the ash on the wind
From the burning the earth
We fought knowing it meant
Our people lived or died for our lands
By our hand the enemy fell
By our arrows they were cut down
Bleeding made the grass wet
With greasy crimson
Though it hollowed us
Battle turned many a good man
Into sacred shadows
There we stood
Listened to our leader's commands
The field was red slick with entrails and dead
But our acts stopped the Northmen
And now with our lands free
At the retreating ships
We were screaming
Victorious
Still, the cost was grave and few were left
To celebrate such a victory
