Manowar

Grandfather tell me a story

Allright go and get your storybook

No no not one of those a real story

A real story?

Yes tell me about when you were a boy

Well then I shall have to take you back

with me a long way in time



I was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's

day as I walk through the enchanted

forest I heard the sound of horses and men

at arms.I felt compelled to walk on and

find the place of these sounds.And when

the forest did clear I was standing on a hill

Before me the armies of the world

standing waiting.I thought to myself for

whom or for what are they waiting?

Suddenly a gust of wind came up from the

north.There appeared a lone rider holding

a sword of steel.Then from the south came

another bearing a battle ax.From the east

came a third holding a spiked club.And

finally from the west a rider who wielded

a great hammer of war.With them came

their soldiers of death followed by an

army of immortals.They were few in number

but the look in their eyes told all who

beheld them that they would leave this day

only in victory or death and there was a

great silence....My heart began to pound.Storm clouds

filled the sky with darkness.Rain came.And

the four winds blew with such anger that I

held fast to a tree.I watched the four

riders raise their weapons into the air

without warning .Screaming their war cry

they led the attack.Down to the battle they

rode.They met the armies of the world with

a mighty clash