Hills of thunder

Nothing is lost
in this warriors time
Where the stiked hills
by thunder recall
The deeds of ancient heroes,
promised to death
For defending their gods
nothing is more felt
of the pulsing of a wounded heart
and two afraid eyes
But they are just moments
that are enough to defeat
The desire to win
One man on another one
Who is an enemy at the moment
It doesn't matter of the pain
A warrior is able to love even this
Nothing is lost but the death