We heard horns in hills ringing The swords shining in south-kingdom Steeds went striding to the stoningland As winds in morning, war was kindled Drowning in dark waters, meres of morthond Under mountain shadows Death in the morining and at day's ending Lords took and lowly. Long, now they sleep Grey now as tears, gleaming silver Red then it rolled roaring water Foam dyed with blood, flamed at sunset As beacon mountains burned at evening