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Carrion birds sing your praises

Hun king Hlod rides to Gothland

Intent to claim his half share

Of his dead father’s realm

On Gothland’s throne, sits Angantyr

Hlod’s half-brother, full bred goth

Of him Hlod would request

Half of all their father’s wealth

King Angantyr sits at feast

Savouring the fruits of fall

When a herald informs him

His brother has come to call

King Angantyr invites Hlod

To come join him at feast

Autumn mead should quench the thirst

Having ridden far from the east

Hlod does decline the offer

He’s not come for food or ale

He has come here to claim

What his birthright does entail

Half of his father’s land

Half of his warrior horde

Half of his gold and cattle

Half of the dead king’s sword

Angantyr answered

«Brother I’ll give you

Twelve thousand knights

Twelve thousand steeds

Twelve thousand squires

To care for the steeds

Twelve thousand maids

To care for the knights

Twelve thousand necklaces

Wrought of gold

For each maid to wear

Around her neck

Over a third of Gothland

My jarl you shall be

Silver and gold

I’ll give plentifully

But shields shall break

And blood shall spill

And hungry wolves

Shall eat their fill

Before I grant you

Half of my land

Or deliver half

Of my sword to your hand

These words displeased

Gaisrekk, the king’s vassel

Indignant he arose

And adressed his liege

«Sire, you grant too much

One that is half Hun

Halfbreed deserves none

Of the Goth King’s wealth»

Send Hlod away

With stern warning

If he dares return

There awaits him

A feast for famished ravens

A feast for hungry wolves

Carrion birds sing your praises

Hun king Hlod rides to Hunland

Full of wrath and empty-handed

Intent to avenge his wounded honor

Hlod does seek out the ancient Humli

The Hun’s high king, his grandsire

He does recount his ill treatment

At the hands of the arrogant goths

Humli told Hlod let us wait

'Til winter time has passed

Then we’ll gather the Hunnish horde

And attack the Goths

A feast for famished ravens

A feast for hungry wolves

Shall the Goths become

At Hunnish hands

In wintertime the Huns prepare

For war with the Goths

At equinox they assemble

Every male over twelve

Every horse and foal over two

To bear them to battle

Three hundred forty two thousand Huns

Ride out with Hlod

The Huns cross the misty woods

That separate the Hun from the Goth

They ride out on the vast plain

Where a fortress blocks their path

Atop the wall of the fortress

Angantyr’s sister, Harvor stands

She spies afar, a cloud of dust

As Huns ride hard on the plain

Hervor rides out to engage

The attacking Hunnish hoard

With her army of Goths

To put Huns to the sword

Hunnish arrows from afar

On approaching Goths rain

They pierce Hervor many times

She dies writhing in pain

The Goths are slaughtered there

But one rider does escape

To bring news to Angantyr

Of his poor sister’s fate

Angantyr cries out

«Hlod, sibling, I fear

Unbrotherly you’ve treated

Our poor sister, dear.»

Angantyr adressed

His assembled court

«In times of feasting

I could depend on many

But in times of war

I can depend on few

Who from amongst you

Dares ride out to meet

The approaching huns

And challenge them

To battle at Dunheath

Our army of Goths?»

Gaisrekk adressed his liege

Sire I shall ride to the Huns

And challenge them to face

Our Goths at Dunheat

But as I ride, I beseech

Send the message to all Goths

If they wish to remain free men

Join us at Dunheath

A feast for famished ravens

A feast for hungry wolves

Shall we make the Huns

Who invade our land

A feast for famished ravens

A feast for hungry wolves

Shall the Huns become

At Gothic hands

Gaisrekk rides down from the hills

To the Hunnish horde beneath

Challenging them to meet the Goths

On the plains of Dunheath

Hlod commands his men

Place Gaisrekk in chains

«We'll show the old wretch

To mock the Hun King’s name»

Ancient Humli disagrees

«A Herald we must not harm

Gaisrekk shall meet his death

When on Goths, Huns do swarm»

Gaisrekk is allowed to return

To Goth king Agantyr

Place of battle has been set

Time of battle does draw near

At Dunheath the Huns

Assemble battle formation

Ready to reap vengeance

On the gothic nation

The Goths who value

Freedom more than their life

Charge toward the Huns

Eager for battle strife

Over half a million men

Collide on the battlefield

On either side many fall

Neither side does one yield

Eight dawns they commence

Eight dusks they separate

Countless warriors meet their deaths

Not knowing their side’s fate

While this battle rages

Messengers from Angantyr

Traverse the countryside

With words for all to hear

Every Goth who does dwell

In the forest or in the hills

Should hasten to Dunheath

The Gothic ranks to fill

Eagerly Goths respond

To Angantyr’s call

So a new Goth does replace

Every Goth who does fall

When Huns fall, no warrior

Does slain comrade replace

Eight days of fighting does deplete

Hlod’s army of the Hunnish race

Early on the ninth day

Gaisrekk tells Angantyr

Hunnish ranks have thinned

Victory draws near

Arrange Gothic warriors

In wedge formation

To break through the line

Of the Hunnish nation

Angantyr pays heed

To Gaisrekk’s stratagem

Gothic wedge breaks through

The line of Hunnish men

Hun king Hlod is exposed

To the full fury of Gothic force

A flurry of sharpened spears

Take down his black maned horse

The Goths swarm upon

The steedless Hunnish king

Hlod does soon succumb

To the sword point’s sharp sting

The Huns succumb to panic

Retreat turns to rout

The Goths show no mercy

Victory’s come about

Old Humli does escape

With his fastest cavalry

Goths slay his luckless

Abandoned infantry

Countless corpses choke rivers

Carcasses fill the dales

Monuments to what happens

When an invasion fails

The following morning Aragantyr

Finds Hlod’s corpse amongst the slain

With sorrow he speaks

To his fallen half brother

Brother, I offered to you

Many great treasures you refused

Now you’re left with nothing

Not even your life

Your ambition and greed has caused

You and your men to become

A feast for famished ravens

A feast for hungry wolves