Winnowing The Chaff

Twins of dawn announce the morning in a fiery blaze of gold
Riding swiftly through the heavens, as the ancient ones have told
Gird your sword and lead the war-host to the field of blood today
Standing firm amidst the arrows of the hundreds you must slay
Best is valour, best is victory, skilled in arms, unmatched in name
Deathless glory, fame immortal shall the god-like hero claim
Flower-tipped are the arrows of death, grey lies the dust in the tomb
Flower-tipped are the arrows of dath, bones have returnd to the womb
Watch him rise to the highest heavens, cloaked in armour made of gold
Raiding cattle, storming cities, all the prophecies unfold
Watch him rise to the highest heavens, victory banners now unfurled
Smiting foes, primordial powers, arrows shot and lightning hurled