Haunted by War - Mountain Witch

Who’s tearing cross the barren landscape

With no ones banner in the wind

Heavy hooves that breach the dirt

Malicious breed, the giant steed

The horseman, in a morbid frenzy

Aroused by screams and scent of blood

Ironclad with numb indifference

He wields the sword called pondering silence

Swords and axes wedged together

Its raining arrows, hailing spears

They’re screaming gore, they’re crying havoc

Shieldwalls break and horses fall

Beneath blind men the hillside’s blushing

One is vengeful the other’s proud

They won’t retreat, they won’t give way

In the thick of this battle the slayen won’t fall

Forsaken horseman, he arrives

Oh battlefield, my crimson lady

Let me hold you one more time

Every thrust the air is bleeding

Every blow a dozen dead

Every stroke has heart and meaning

Silence falls upon friend and foe

For each one death brings understanding

The last beer was the last indeed!

The last cut done, my lady’s gone

At waterloo or azingcourt we’ll meet again

Haunted by war

Peace shall never come