Stroy poem
The battle awaits
Our armies ready
The troops prepare
For their deaths to come
As we march out from camp
A silent ghost haunts the men
All bodies are busy walking
But minds stray in thought
The battlefield approaches
The enemy lies in wait
Our worlds will soon crumble
And all will burn around us
As we charge fourth
Into the fray we go
The enemy meets us
With a hail of flaming arrows
But as our lines break in two
And our moral shatters to pieces
In the fires of war heroes are born
And our weapons forged anew.
The drums beat with incessant noise
Banging in our ears
The rush of war fills us full
And the pain is put aside
But when we are winning
When the enemy is backing away
A final charge sounds from trumpet
And cuts us down once more
It is then that he comes
Inspiring fear in the brave
He maims all that oppose
A world of suffering awaits
Taken prisoner by a daemon
We realise our mistakes
Our lives in endangered
At the whim of a ghost
The end has come
From ages past
We fight anew
For families dead.
Day and night
It strikes us down
To take our lands
To take our souls
Our armies left broken
Amongst the fallen
The evil horde
Will strike again
A magician’s tale
A sorcerer’s fight
The necromancer way
Hiding in the dark
The dead stalk the streets
Un-knowing and un-caring
For without a mind
To kill and kill again
The children run
Their mothers dying
Their fathers dead
Their world left burning
With the flight of a king
And a death on a beach
No one could withstand
The chaos corrupting.
The battle awaits
Our armies ready
At the dawn of war
We prepare for death
The enemy lies waiting
Like a snake on the hunt
They come out to kill
As we lose our will
Upon us they come
Frightened soldiers hold their ground
But no force could best
The necromancer horde.
As the battle rages
We find our hearts
In the fires of war
Our weapons are forged
But when the lines break
And our moral shatters
Is when heroes are born
To fight the chaos
But as the tide turns
And our forces turn back
The heretics charge forth
Leaving none alive
Its then he comes
With fiery wrath and burning sword
Our fates are sealed
A place of pain and sin awaits.
As we retreat from the fight
Spite fills our hearts
Hatred of the enemy
Hatred of ourselves.
We camp around a fire
Its flames dancing in the night
Solemn faces stare into space
Returning to the dead
With our friends dead
And our leaders gone
The fears of war drive into our minds
And taints our souls
A whispering voice sounds in our heads
It beckons to us all
The whispers of suicide
The whispers of freedom.
As day break comes
A red sun creeps over the hills
The tears of gods weep for the dead
And take pity on the living.
But upon the great hills in the distance
Between the mountains and the sea
A horse stood tall against the background
Black as night and dark as shadow.
Bringing his sword to bear
He charges at the lines
A roar to chill the bone fills the air
The harbinger of death approaches.
The king ruled a mighty kingdom
Reaching from seas to mountains
Men came to trade and work
Free from all things damned
The temples of the gods rose
High above the cities
They brought thousands of pilgrims
To the gates of Harak.
The crystal domes of ancient buildings
Glistening in the sun
Blinding all who pass by
A godly brilliance ready to dim
The palace of King Karhin
Cold, lifeless and dead
Stands alone amongst a burning city.
Pillaged remnants of a former glory.
Our armies ready
The troops prepare
For their deaths to come
As we march out from camp
A silent ghost haunts the men
All bodies are busy walking
But minds stray in thought
The battlefield approaches
The enemy lies in wait
Our worlds will soon crumble
And all will burn around us
As we charge fourth
Into the fray we go
The enemy meets us
With a hail of flaming arrows
But as our lines break in two
And our moral shatters to pieces
In the fires of war heroes are born
And our weapons forged anew.
The drums beat with incessant noise
Banging in our ears
The rush of war fills us full
And the pain is put aside
But when we are winning
When the enemy is backing away
A final charge sounds from trumpet
And cuts us down once more
It is then that he comes
Inspiring fear in the brave
He maims all that oppose
A world of suffering awaits
Taken prisoner by a daemon
We realise our mistakes
Our lives in endangered
At the whim of a ghost
The end has come
From ages past
We fight anew
For families dead.
Day and night
It strikes us down
To take our lands
To take our souls
Our armies left broken
Amongst the fallen
The evil horde
Will strike again
A magician’s tale
A sorcerer’s fight
The necromancer way
Hiding in the dark
The dead stalk the streets
Un-knowing and un-caring
For without a mind
To kill and kill again
The children run
Their mothers dying
Their fathers dead
Their world left burning
With the flight of a king
And a death on a beach
No one could withstand
The chaos corrupting.
The battle awaits
Our armies ready
At the dawn of war
We prepare for death
The enemy lies waiting
Like a snake on the hunt
They come out to kill
As we lose our will
Upon us they come
Frightened soldiers hold their ground
But no force could best
The necromancer horde.
As the battle rages
We find our hearts
In the fires of war
Our weapons are forged
But when the lines break
And our moral shatters
Is when heroes are born
To fight the chaos
But as the tide turns
And our forces turn back
The heretics charge forth
Leaving none alive
Its then he comes
With fiery wrath and burning sword
Our fates are sealed
A place of pain and sin awaits.
As we retreat from the fight
Spite fills our hearts
Hatred of the enemy
Hatred of ourselves.
We camp around a fire
Its flames dancing in the night
Solemn faces stare into space
Returning to the dead
With our friends dead
And our leaders gone
The fears of war drive into our minds
And taints our souls
A whispering voice sounds in our heads
It beckons to us all
The whispers of suicide
The whispers of freedom.
As day break comes
A red sun creeps over the hills
The tears of gods weep for the dead
And take pity on the living.
But upon the great hills in the distance
Between the mountains and the sea
A horse stood tall against the background
Black as night and dark as shadow.
Bringing his sword to bear
He charges at the lines
A roar to chill the bone fills the air
The harbinger of death approaches.
The king ruled a mighty kingdom
Reaching from seas to mountains
Men came to trade and work
Free from all things damned
The temples of the gods rose
High above the cities
They brought thousands of pilgrims
To the gates of Harak.
The crystal domes of ancient buildings
Glistening in the sun
Blinding all who pass by
A godly brilliance ready to dim
The palace of King Karhin
Cold, lifeless and dead
Stands alone amongst a burning city.
Pillaged remnants of a former glory.