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.