Lyrics On These Endless Fields - Haggard

On These Endless Fields

Their horses heavy
In clad and chain armor
March into battle
Man against man
Sword against sword
Hammer and axe against shield
Let the banners fly high
Mortal screams pierce the cold air
As steel meets flesh and the strong rule the weak
And then, a great rains set in
And but for a moment it seemed
As if all the blood had been cleanse by the Gods