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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Saxon War-Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whet the bright steel,<br>Sons of the White Dragon!<br>Kindle the torch,<br>Daughter of Hengist!<br>The steel glimmers not for the carving of the banquet,<br>It is hard, broad, and sharply pointed;<br>The torch goeth not to the bridal chamber,<br>It steams and glitters blue with sulphur.<br>Whet the steel, the raven croaks!<br>Light the torch, Zernebock is yelling!<br>Whet the steel, sons of the Dragon!<br>Kindle the torch, daughter of Hengist!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The black cloud is low over the thane's castle<br>The eagle screams - he rides on its bosom.<br>Scream not, grey rider of the sable cloud,<br>Thy banquet is prepared!<br>The maidens of Valhalla look forth,<br>The race of Hengist will send them guests.<br>Shake your black tresses, maidens of Valhalla!<br>And strike your loud timbrels for joy!<br>Many a haughty step bends to your halls,<br>Many a helmed head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark sits the evening upon the thanes castle,<br>The black clouds gather round;<br>Soon shall they be red as the blood of the valiant!<br>The destroyer of forests shall shake his red crest against them.<br>He, the bright consumer of palaces,<br>Broad waves he his blazing banner,<br>Red, wide and dusky,<br>Over the strife of the valiant:<br>His joy is in the clashing swords and broken bucklers;<br>He loves to lick the hissing blood as it bursts warm from the wound!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All must perish!<br>The sword cleaveth the helmet;<br>The strong armour is pierced by the lance;<br>Fire devoureth the dwelling of princes,<br>Engines break down the fences of the battle.<br>All must perish!<br>The race of Hengist is gone -<br>The name of Horsa is no more!<br>Shrink not then from your doom, sons of the sword!<br>Let your blades drink blood like wine;<br>Feast ye in the banquet of slaughter,<br>By the light of the blazing halls!<br>Strong be your swords while your blood is warm,<br>And spare neither for pity nor fear,<br>For vengeance hath but an hour;<br>Strong hate itself shall expire<br>I also must perish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q>
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Sons of the White Dragon!
Kindle the torch,
Daughter of Hengist!
The steel glimmers not for the carving of the banquet,
It is hard, broad, and sharply pointed;
The torch goeth not to the bridal chamber,
It steams and glitter..."></div>
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