I can hear the crashing metal
And see the endless light
It's the day the heroes come
on back of fighting storms.
Take your sword and come together
I want to see you ready for the fight.
Ridin' black wild horses
from western shores
into eastern nights.
Wilder and wilder,
I know you're fighters.
Blizzards are fading
when the host's raging.
I'm standin' here on a mountain
and am looking into the clouds.
I'm longing for the great storm
that's announcin' your arriving.
Now there's an echoing thunder
and everyone knows:
It's the day the heroes come
on back of fighting storms.
(© Mirachandra, Herz & Aufruhr Gedichte)
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