Mist over the battlefields do creep,the smell
of death oh how it stinks.Broken bodies in my
sight we fought hard with all our might.
We fought the long day and into the black night
until we could no longer see who to fight.
And still on and on they came,through the night
and freezing rain.Demons who screamed and raged for
our death was all they craved.
On and on we did fight,through the long black
freezing night.
Hopeing,praying for a break one we need and we
must take.for our strength is going fast how much
longer can we last.
For our strength has been spent,our armor we wear
has been bent,and from our bodies has been torn in
this fighting hellish storm.
The next day on the early morn,on the field lay
bodies bloody and torn.
Every where within my sight lay the men who fought
with all their might.
I wipe the sweat from my eyes and feel the pain
in my sides,and still in my trembling hands I hold
my sword that I used to defend this land.
From the dieing I hear their death rattle,I am
alive this is my last battle.