A thunder of war roared through the sky,
As the armies ran towards each other.
Bone-breaking blows of warhammers,
Shields
crushed, steel broke, flesh torn apart.
Gut-ripping strokes of foul swords fell,
Impaled by spears, blood spitting dying.
Pierced
by arrows on the blood drenched fields,
The penetrating stench of death.
More enemy forces leapt out of the hills,
Overwhelming
our flanks.
But then our captain rose the banner and screamed:
Youll fight to the end,
Dont fear no defeat!
And now new
strength was found,
The turn in the fight.
As a falcon shrieked and pierced the sky above,
Into amazement the enemy fell.
Our
flanks reformed and we fiercely charged again.
Yes, once again a furious warcry filled the sky,
The glorious falcon, our victory is
near.
With our captain in the frontline,
Holding the banner of the falcon up high.
And so we charged on to fight...
With the
swing of the blunt battle axe and the reaping halberds.
The terrifying screams of our enemies,
Now brutally slaughtered at
will.
In the frenzy,
Fair young men left with shattered faces
And strong heroes arms left dismembered.
That was the price of
our victory.