We heard horns in hills ringing
The swords shining in south-kingdom
Steeds went striding to the stoningland
As winds in morning, war was kindled

Drowning in dark waters, meres of morthond
Under mountain shadows
Death in the morining and at day's ending
Lords took and lowly. Long, now they sleep

Grey now as tears, gleaming silver
Red then it rolled roaring water
Foam dyed with blood, flamed at sunset
As beacon mountains burned at evening