Towards the dawn of morning,
they had, for greeting fair,
A dire assault of battle:
in straits the heroes were.
Though thickly all amongst them
stout javelins were thrown,
The brave and noble warriors
like true knights held their own.
Towards the dawn of morning,
they had, for greeting fair,
A dire assault of battle:
in straits the heroes were.
Though thickly all amongst them
stout javelins were thrown,
The brave and noble warriors
like true knights held their own.