Steel blade

It's like it's been raining for centuries-
the Gods are angry,
only the cold wind knows
a feeling like anger.
Where swords are forged
where warriors are born,
Where thunder rolls
there are lightnings born.
A path in the woods, a wounded warrior lying wounded.
and the rain washes over him,
A horse trampling the grass-
get up, we've got to go
The battle is still ahead!
Good Prince Satan--
is out for blood.
He hunts the forces of evil with all his might,
he mounts his horse,
drew his razor-sharp sword,
and set out on his journey
to chop the devil's head off his shoulders.