The din accompanying collision
Of men and arms, dying and dead
A legend founded upon a battlefield
The approaching enemy's pike line
Reached deep into that of the Swiss
And the only way to get through
Offered by Arnold von Winkelried
By gathering the pike and lance head's
Into his body, piercing his flesh
He pulled each blade point down
And his death brought forth a bridge
For the Swiss to then pour across
And they survived against the odds
Winning the battle before them
The blood of one, pouring
Creating a sacred ground
