We heard horns in hills ringing The swords shining in Southkingdom Steeds went striding to the Stoningland As winds in morning. War was there. Drowning in dark waters, meres of Morthond beneath the mountain shadows Death in the morning and at days 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 a sunset As bacon mountains burned at evening
morthond, southkingdom, stoningland, bacon, flamed