Now rising high did Oma stand
Her fury great across the land
As mountains raised uproot for earth
And fell to ground to very hurt

Of both the warring sides that stood
In plain no shelter great or good
Could hide them well from Oma's wrath
As maiden cut a warring path

Through all who stood in field that day
That knew they surely faced their grave.
And both the tribes would be destroy
And all for sake of warring ploys

They made to slay the other side
When rage in heart so deep did bide.
But Oma's father knew a plan
Appealing great to fallen man.

Through ravage great he worked his way
To daughter hoping will to say
What things she knew her love would want
In hopes his memory heart would haunt.

And bid her turn away from wrath
By forging very diff'rent path.
"The man you love a honor held
That seldom ever seeks to dwell

In hearts of men no matter way
They strive to heed as conscience bade.
I ask that maid would think of man
Of all his great and haughty plans

To end this war and turn to peace
So men could live their lives in ease."
And words the maidens heart he touched
That turned her way from wrath and such

That drove her on to harm those stood
In field now cloaked in warrior hood...
As many fell to death that day
When woman foes had tried to slay...

So maiden sudden eased her wrath
To forge for self a diff'rent path
To honor man who held her heart
She ended wrath and peace did start.