Hills of Thunder

Nothing is lost 
in this warriors time 
Where the stiked hills 
by thunder recall 
The deeds of ancient heroes, 
promised to death 
For defending their gods 
nothing is more felt 
of the pulsing of a wounded heart 
and two afraid eyes 
But they are just moments 
that are enough to defeat 
The desire to win 
One man on another one 
Who is an enemy at the moment 
It doesn't matter of the pain 
A warrior is able to love even this 
Nothing is lost but the death