Galloping hard across the plains
Sun glints off our swords
Flags flown high, swiftly we ride
To destroy our enemies
Many years and many tears
This day was bound to come
Vengeance on our side, to victory we ride
The battle will be fought and won

On the horizon legions can be seen
Impending black storm bringing death and defeat
The troops grow ever near
Hold the wall, spears raised tall
We brace for the charge
Men stay strong, cowards dont belong
And battle will be won


Clash of iron, steel on steel
Men die where they fell
Impaled on impact blood drips down
A painful battle death
Slashing of swords, limbs chopped off
There is no glory in war
Blood runs red into the ground and cloudy skies surround

Our line is broken men are scattered
Fighting hand to hand
The enemy is strong but the battle must go on
Brave soldiers are lying dead
Vastly outnumbered this battle is a slaughter
The gods do not hear our cries
We need more men reinforcements
Weapons and supplies

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