Careful now the arrows are falling Run for the hills the forest is calling Sound the alarm the enemy is mauling Gather the men and start the killing
Battle rages with children screaming We slept too much while they were scheming Now we chase the flames still gleaming Wake up now no time for dreaming
Stand up now and get to swinging Clashing swords the air is ringing Our ancestors begin their singing Now they face what we're bringing
The drums of fate are loudly beating No time left for silent pleading The earth itself begins its bleeding Yet from the ash, truth starts proceeding
Eyes once blind now burn with knowing Ancient winds have started blowing From broken myths, new roots are growing Stand now our strength is flowing
Earth drinks up the blood that's spilling The warnings of our past are filling Call the brave, the fierce, the willing Strike down those who come in kneeling
The battle slows, the sky is turning The winds are still, the flames are burning We stand, unsure, the ground is churning What fate awaits us, still discerning
Nightfall rises, the future is dawning Through smoke and ash, a new world spawning We stand as one, despite our mourning A silent oath, forever guiding
Poem inspired by the rhythm in the song Svanrand by Heilung
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