All round about, the flowers
were wetted with his blood,
As now with Death he struggled:
nor long the strife withstood.
Alas, the deadly weapon
too well had done its part!
Then mote he speak no further,
that warrior of bold heart.
All round about, the flowers
were wetted with his blood,
As now with Death he struggled:
nor long the strife withstood.
Alas, the deadly weapon
too well had done its part!
Then mote he speak no further,
that warrior of bold heart.