As clouds walk over a wind swept moor
Battle looms on a horizon lined so pale
The wisp of mist clings to the gnarled and knotted trees
As they watch over mountains grey
The sound of the heavily shod feet marched on and on
And marsh man worn by host so strong
With spear of twice a man, and Shield of crimson tone
A confident band of many strong
Defeat that seemed so far away
With horse we ride, on battle nigh
Our swords possessed with flame
With dying breath, we will bring death
The outcome is still the same
The clash of steel and taste of blood
Were yet to hit the ground
A furious push on a sea of red was seen from afar
Help of a warcry, to fight to bitter end
Emerged the wheels of fire and death
That cut so many down
To break the wall of flesh and steel
An uphill battle was fought
To push these dogs back to their kennels
From a far-off distant home
Into night the fighting raged until the battle was won
Exhausted soldiers marching forth
Against the distant sun
And on that day
The lands turned grey
And wept for the souls beyond the grave
Before the night
In the waining light
The hordes of dead will be seen in veil

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