Ten heavy feet. walks the bloodsoiled ground. with rhythm these. five warriors march.

No matter how much. the bleeding wounds. from enemy swordcuts. hurts to the bone.

The revenge they sought. was taken in blood. no mercy was showed. no mercy was showed.

They ignore the pain. that hammerlike pounds. from falls, off slain. horses, to the ground.

No signs of weakness. no signs of weariness. not even a glimce. of remorse in their eyes.

They slew men ruthless. fed the wolves with flesh. and now they leave. this land side by side.

Now they're headed home. five swordsmen who fought repentlessly. their story will be told. of five brave men endlessly.

All sorrow is left. for women to bare. the children cries. they'll live in fear.

No man has spared. no house or farm remains. no christian woman...... their church consumed by flames.

Their steel shines red. with enemy blood. it sings of victory. granted by the gods. and as they return. bleeding but proud. the horizon turns. and the song is ringing loud.