• We shout and sceram
    slashing and stabbing
    fire in our eyes
    We fight

    Running into the heat
    spear flurished by blood
    shield dented from blows
    I as covered in men's souls

    With a swing
    down goes one
    then another
    then another

    Then think
    that could be me
    yet i can't stop
    the onslaught of foes

    When all is quiet
    I weep for the dead
    and all alone
    I leave the grounds of dead

    The only regret I have is
    is so many had to die
    for one man's insane dream
    now I must return to WAR!