On a field of battle, warrior she-elf, her mail stained with blood
Eyes burn furiously, with intense hatred, for the goblin swarm
Their scimitars are cruel, edge tipped with poison, elves choke on their blood
Huge trolls join the battle, with great war machines, strapped to their stone backs

Trumpets blaring
Drums beating
Horses charging
To battle they go
A wall of spears
A wall of shields
The line must hold
Against the onslaught
Blades are sharper
Armor's harder
Bows are stronger
But still they fall
They are too few
Against this plague
Seething black mass
Of hairy goblin beasts

Death she knows is close now, they can not stop this, [they] were doomed from the start
Fear she won't give in to, her blood is boiling, she must slay them all
Black speech they are speaking, they know no music, they've never known love
She to them is ugly, and must be destroyed, pierced with poison blades

Many curved blades
Slash her at once
From front and back
She's overwhelmed
Goblin's poison
Enters her blood
It works quickly
She feels it burning now
She is slipping
Into darkness
Air turns so cold
Sound fades away
Psychopomps fly
In raven form
Lift her up and
Bare her soul away

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