Falkenbach - Heralder - GTP табы

From beyond a twilight horizon where mountains were covered by snow
Once a man on a horse came the way,
on an early autumnal morning when dew lay chill on the ground
and the suns first rays heralded the day,
to rest at last after riding for more than three days and nights
through the woods and across the shallow landscapes
to finally reach the village the rumours were talking about
and where the heathenish king lived for many years...

His golden armour was shining by the light of awakening sun
and in his hand he held a bronzen shield
on which the runes all were written by a blacksmith of wisdom great
to guide him on his way so long.
He had come to bring the message his kind has given to him
to be conveyed into all heathen countries
and he told about their brethren overtaken by Christian men
now punished by the cross and Christian laws...

"So the man dismounted and his horse was taken by its bridle to be brought into the stabling.
Meanwhile he was lead to the hall where the king sat on his greatseat.
Forthwith he told him the reasons for his coming, and within a few minutes all people were
gathered by the kings mighty voice.
So he rose on his feeds and began to speak about the
greatest heathen host ever seen,
passing towards their brethren land..."