Rivers of blood
Run into the sea,
Waves of destruction
Rise up all around me.
Now where is the victory
Promised to us?
Our dreams of new freedom
Have crumbled to dust.
Where is the peace
We were to be given
When the world of the high Men
At long last was riven?
How could his might
Have fallen before
This paltry assemblage
When his was far more?
We were to have power,
Renown through the lands,
Songs sung to our glory
Of our final stand.
Health, wealth, and luxury,
Food for the beasts,
Wearing fine clothing
To sumptuous feasts.
What! These Men of the West,
They offer us peace!
These liars, these vagabonds,
Rascals and thieves.
My comrades submit!
Have they no pride at all?
So few of us left
To answer the call?
But I will die fighting
In a last desperate stand,
And these villains shall know
The strength of my hand.
Then my spirit shall turn
And go back to my home.
They shall not have the daughter
I left there alone.
Though they slaughter the women,
The elders, the babes,
They shall not have the one
My dead spirit shall save.
The rivers of blood
Are flooding my eyes.
I am coming, my daughter!
I am ready to die.