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 In one hand is his war-axe strong,
 * The other his sword doth hold,

And thus through the enemy with speed
 * His path he breaketh bold.

The foe must shriek, the foe must flee,
 * Tras drives them from the field,

And terror forces from their throats
 * The cries of them that yield.

With neighing steeds the forest sounds;
 * “Up, up! to horse and ride!

“After the foe on horseback go
 * "“Thro’ the regions far and wide!

“Ye swift steeds, swift the vengeance bear,
 * “That our foemen doth betide!”

The warriors on the swift steeds sprang,
 * And galloping on the foe,

With wound on wound remorselessly
 * Did fiercest vengeance show.

They pass the mountains and the plains,
 * They pass the woods like wind,

And right and left, as on they go,
 * All things they leave behind.