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
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