The Ballad of the White Horse – Trieb

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  1. Trieb

    April 18, 2016 6:31 am

    For the thunder sworded thanes to prepare for the battle:

    I tell you naught for your relief
    Yea, naught for your desire,
    Save that the sky grows darker yet
    And the sea rises high.

    Night shall be thrice night over you,
    And heaven an iron cope.
    Do you have joy without a cause,
    Have you any faith without hope?

    Oh, ride all the way through the silent vale lands,
    Across days like deserts,
    When all pride have dried
    And split – the hearts of men,
    Heart of heroes, ride.

    A sea-folk blinder than the sea
    Broke all about his land,
    But Alfred stand – up against them bare
    Staggered, and strove to stand.

    The fires of the Great Army
    That was made of iron men,
    Whose lights of sacrilege and scorn
    Ran around England

    People, if you have any prayers,
    Say prayers for me:
    And lay me under a Christian stone
    To wait till the holy horn is blown,
    And all poor men are free.

    The high tide! Alfred cried.
    The high tide and the turn!
    As a tide turns on the tall grey seas,
    See how they waver in the trees,

    Though dead are all the paladins
    Whom glory had in ken,
    Though dead your thunder-sworded thanes
    With proud hearts
    While a man remains, great war remains:
    Now is a war of men.

    By God and man dishonoured,
    By death and life made vain,
    Know the old barbarian,
    He comes again–
    But books be all their eating,
    And ink be on their hands.

    In Wessex in the forest, in the
    Breaking of spears,
    We set a sign on Guthrum
    To blaze a thousand years.
    We signed him with the Cross

    People, if you have any prayers,
    Say prayers for me:
    And lay me under a Christian stone
    To wait till the holy horn is blown,
    And all poor men are free.

    In Wessex in the forest, in the
    Breaking of spears,
    We set a sign on Guthrum
    To blaze a thousand years.
    We signed him with the Cross

    Though dead are all the paladins
    Whom glory had in ken,
    Though dead your thunder-sworded thanes
    With proud hearts
    While a man remains, great war remains:
    Now is a war of men!!!!

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  2. Ash EL Khatib

    July 21, 2017 10:16 pm

    came here from a request from a live stream chat and it was the best decision ever, i love this song !

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  3. Samuel Rezende Del-Ducca

    May 6, 2019 5:58 pm

    O cara fez um Epic Metal em cima de um poema épico do Chesterton, não dá pra ser mais épico que isso hehe Incrível, excelente trabalho, e ainda por cima é brasileiro!

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  4. Christopher Epperson

    June 18, 2019 10:05 pm

    Nietzsche's Dionysus may well have been Wotan if not for his classic philology, but Wotan was conquered by England.

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  5. Matheus Rodrigues

    July 4, 2019 5:12 am

    Chesterton mudou drasticamente a vida de muita gente, por mais que ele não dominasse nenhuma técnica de escrita literária, é o ÚNICO que é obrigatório ler só pelo conteúdo.

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