When Thjornig Redmane touched his axe
A vision passed before his eyes.
He saw not how, nor when, nor why,
But he knew that he would die
Drowned in a black fen, left to lie
Until the worms crawled out his eyes...
When Thjornig Marrow rides to war,
There comes a sorrow to his eyes
to see his foes, to list' their cries,
For they know not that they will die
where in the mud they're left ot lie.
...Oh how they wish they wouldn't die.