It'll all be over soon
Put your hand around your sword now
I counted fifty bodies on the ground
You did well
It'll all over over soon
Closing in like a wolf hound
Shattering like a spear
Banner men on the ridge line
Banner men about to die
The expectation the sudden chill
Dark shadow on the mare
An ice grip on the fire reigns
Scythe pointed at the stairs
I knew him well and his song will say
How he fought on the battle field
Closing in like a wolf hound
Shattering like a spear
Banner men on the ridge line
Banner men about to die
It'll all be over soon
Put your hand around your sword now
The expectation the sudden chill