Like a serpent’s hiss with its fangèd kiss,
And the leaping leagues upsprang to me;
But I passed them all with the battle’s call,
As with maddening joy I scream, I screamed
The death which the wrathful warrior dreamed.
The mad red death which the warrior dreamed.
I sing! sing! sing! the wrathful warrior’s song.
Then ping! ping! ping! ’tis the wrathful warrior’s wrong.
I red in the heart of the foe,
Fulfilling the warrior’s woe.