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Beneath the endless azure of the sky

I'll ride a horse as black as the night

With sword in hand raised aloft

To catch the pure white light

So that my blade is blessed

With the Rune of Morning Glory

And the chill of the wind

Is caught twixt the coal-black curls

Of my helmet's mane

That billows in my wake

Like a banner of death unfurled -

A distant warning for my enemies to see

As I come riding down the hill

Past the dolmens and the stones

Through the trees that haunt

With sword in hand a' glimmer in the light

For which I bled, was hunted down

With sword in hand I'll defend

Stand my ground and die glad of heart

For a swordsman knows no death

Only victory or Valhalla in the end