On These Endless Fields歌词

Their horses heavy，
In clad and chain armor，March into battle
Man against man，
Sword against sword，
Hammer and axe against shield
Let the banners fly high，
Mortal screams pierce the cold air
As steel meets flesh and the strong rule the weak
And then, the great rains set in，
And but for a moment
it seemed as if all the blood had been cleansed by the Gods