And where is that tribe who so vauntingly swore
that the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
Vrun Driath's dominion would leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution!
No refuge could saaaaave witch or runaway slaaaave
from the Highlord's dread glance and the roads we did pave,
and the cross-jaded banner in triumph doth wave
as the northerneeeers fleeeee, and the Luirsians cave!