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The ground shakes
as the foes approach

What a sight to see
Each side prepared
for bloodshed

A moment men
train for all their lives

the troops ready
equipped for war
in hopes to conquer each other

A clash of nations, archers draw their bows, the sky goes black
raining death from above

give them nothing
but take everything

Drink
From
The
Skull
Of
Your Enemies

the ground shakes
as the foes approach

what a sight to see
each side prepared
for bloodshed

a moment men
train for all their lives

and the spears meet the flesh

As the battle rages, macabre mounds of the fallen litter the scene.
Piles of heretics and brothers alike.

Blades rip and tear sinew.
Separating skin from bone.

Staining earth with the life essence of those who paid the ultimate price.

Crimson clouds pollute the air, filling lungs with a fog of glory.

The metallic taste of honor earned adds fuel to the fire in the hearts of those who remain.

Corpses lay trampled under foot as the victorious push on.

Parts of the fallen ignored used only as traction to achieve victory.

The ground was still and the dust settled.

What a sight was seen.
Each side prepared for bloodshed.
The moment men had given their lives.

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