[08:25.00]Wars of great kings and clash of armouries [08:25.00]Whose swords no man could tell, whose spears [08:25.00]Were numerous as wheat field's ears [08:25.00]Rolled over all the great lands, and seas [08:25.00]Were loud with navies, their devouring fires [08:25.00]Behind the armies burned both fields and towns [08:25.00]And sacked and crumbled or to flaming pyres [08:25.00]Were cities made, where treasuries and crowns [08:25.00]Kings and their folk, their wives and tender maids [08:25.00]Were all consumed. Now silent are those courts [08:25.00]Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly fades [08:25.00]And no feet pass beneath their broken ports [08:25.00]I need no call of clamant bell that rings [08:25.00]Iron tongued in the towers of earthly kings [08:25.00]Take a ride on, ride on, [08:25.00]on your rotting horse [08:25.00]on that deadly ground [08:25.00]Take a ride, ride on, [08:25.00]on your rotting horse [08:25.00]with a pounding sound.