Riding Hordes

They ride through extensive Plains
Serious are their Views
Resolute long Shadows in the Light of setting Sun, in front of them the rising Moon.

The Bodies signed by Wounds, their Faces grow stiff, in the Light of Torches sparkle their Swords.

The Chains rattle in the rushing of Wind.
The Way is signed by Fire and Death.
Many Battles they gave in the Past
Always they followed the Sign o Fire
Under the Coat of Justice
On the Ways through extensive Woods
Through Icy Winds and coldest Nights
To the Ancient Land of their Forefathers under the Clouds of Thunder