Manowar

- Grand father, tell me a story!
- All right, 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...
It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's
day, as I walked through the enchanted forest,
I heard the sounds 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 there was
a great plane, atoned the armies of the world,
standing, waiting. I thought to myself, for
whom or for what are they waiting ?
Suddenly a gust of wind come up from the north
There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of
steel. Then from the south came another, bearing
a battle axe. 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 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 ride. They met the armies of the