1241

1241 The way I heard it, the Mongols first came out of the East to overrun Europe in the year 1241. Up until then, the Europeans—for hundreds of years up through the Dark Ages—had done a pretty good job of slaughtering themselves, they didn’t really need a hand. Nonetheless, here they came, riders of horses and wielders of swords, and the wall-less towns and villages of the then Europe stood defenseless. Ripe, as it were, for the picking. By 1250, city walls were all the rage. ____________________ The Words: The thunder you hear is us on the run horses and riders of the rising sun We ride for the glory we ride for our lives we ride for the feeding of hungry knives And we ride for our children we ride for our wives we add to the glory with every taken life We add to the glory with every taken life We laugh as you scurry like mice from a hawk and we mock the prayers that you bray and squawk And we laugh as you cower we laugh as you cry we laugh as you either surrender or die And we kick where you crawl we spit where you lie for those who wish to surrender dishonor those who die Those who surrender dishonor those who die The grass has grown dark from the slaughter at hand and the ground is deceptively slick where I stand I swing back on my horse I ride off with a cry you grow hard when you kill you grow strong when you fly We scatter the children we saber the old we heard the remainder into a fold High on my horse I'm a soldier of light I live for this killing I live for this fight And I live for my horse her body is mine I sleep on her back and I drink her blood like wine I sleep on her back and I drink her blood like wine The thunder your hear is us on the run horses and riders of the ever rising sun Ulf Wolf February 1996/May 2015 Copyright © 2015 by Wolfstuff