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