I hear an army charging upon the land
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers
They cry unto the night their battle-name
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil
They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair
My mother, my mother, my mother, why have you left me alone
I hear an army charging upon the land
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers