The Battle of War

It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's day As I walked through the enchanted forest of Albein I heard the sound of horses, and men at arms I felt compelled to walk on And find the place of these sounds   And when the forest did clear I was standing on a hill Before me the armies of the worlds standing, waiting I thought to myself For whom or for what are they waiting?   Suddenly a gust of wind came up From the north there appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel Then from the south came another, bearing a battle ax From the east came a third holding a spiked club And finally from the west, a rider who wielded a great hammer of war