Falconer

From the western realm they marched
Through thunder, storm and rain
On a mission to quell the snakes.
[King Haakon:]
-You will search every hole
And turn every stick and stone.
Bring them out to light.
The hooves were pounding over the northland
While the battle cries rise high,
Shaking up the distant skies.
The reaper had them close at hand
Not losing them out of sight
From early morning until the night.
From the southern realm they marched
To gaze into their eyes