Battle weary soldier of metal and sword
Honour on the field
For what you fight gallantly for
Enemies fall below each blow,
They are enemies, but die with honour
Dying from the sword
From the bow,Pierced armour  
Flesh no match for cold metal
As they die lying on the floor
Memories of home,
Mother,
Father,
Wife,
Son,
Daughter,
A last moment before cold steel
Ends this agony, life no more.
The battle field of the few living
But mostly dead,
The crows picking at flesh, eyeballs
Skin peeled animals well fed,
You are buried where you fell
No cross
No name
Just a fallen who went to war
Believed,
Followed,
Died for,
The battle for king and country
Against those who would invade
Take what is not there's from our land,
Ours is a fight to the death
We fight with
Lance,
Sword,
Horse,
Bow,
Our enemies this day will taste steel
Die far from there homeland
Be the fallen of no name,
Today we live or die in our kings glorious name.