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
warriors are born,
Where thunder rumbles.
Where thunder rolls, lightning is born.
A path into the forest,
A bloody warrior lying bloody
the rain washes over him,
A horse tramples on the grass-
Rise up, we must go-
The battle is still ahead!
Good Prince Satan,
He wants blood in his own blood.
With all his might, the iron man
climbed up on his horse,
drew his razor-sharp sword,
and set out on his journey
to chop the devil's head off his shoulders.