Clink Clash
The metallic clang of swords colliding
echoes throughout the rolling hills
My brothers lay strewn
across the crimson stained grass

Clink Clash
My chest heaves
as I cut down every man in my path
A Raven soars up above in the skies
watching over my fallen brothers
and taking their souls to the next side

The sun beats down hard
on my bare shoulders
Metal against my flesh
I feel the heat searing into my skin

Fight!*
They yell
To the Death!
They cry

Without a regard or regret
I carry my sword into the enemies heart
With hope that the angels
will greet me in my death

The Raven above swoops low
and shrills out a cry
a sound that resonates
over the hills

And I feel the cold metal
cut through my fragile flesh barrier
and pierce my heart

To my knees
I drop
with my head raised to the sky
I cry out

Just remember us
I whisper softly