Ut Trutina/Sacred Texts

In heart's drumming I heard footsteps thund'ring Shield-brothers and spear-sisters distant raised Blade to shackle-bearer, valiant of spirit Blazing like star-shine, to battle they charged. None to return to the lands of their mothers By cruel magic taken, ice, lightning, and flame.

Should for all seasons laments ring the sky-vaults, Should dirges all sages and histories replace? By gods forsaken, fate emptied of hope, Wounded I fell then, by grief arrow-studded, Never to heal, death for me come.