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You hear an army charging upon your land,
And the thunder of horses plunging; foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers.
They cry into the night their battle name:
You moan in sleep when You hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.
They come shaking in triumph their long hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
Not a Single One will be left by them,
As they know how to rain death...
And the thunder of horses plunging; foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers.
They cry into the night their battle name:
You moan in sleep when You hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.
They come shaking in triumph their long hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
Not a Single One will be left by them,
As they know how to rain death...