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Crimson Morning

As darkness ran from dawns early light,
Appeared the soldiers that marched trough the night,
These men willingly give their lives,
Knowing what they leave behind will be fatherless children and husband less wives,
Yet they hold their banner proudly high,
Awaiting the hour in which they will die,
On they march to their unmarked grave,
To quench the bloodlust they so strongly crave,
They wish nothing more then to see their foe fall,
Impatiently they wait to hear the battle call,
An army fueled by hate,
Marches on to meet its fate,
Through courage and honor are these men all bound,
Not a soul will rest till victory has been found,
On the next field of green,
Their blades must be keen,
Lest their blood stain that holy ground,
And be released from the oath which they have been bound,
‘Fight to the death’, these men would have done,
‘Take no prisoners’ when they have won,
Alas the horn sounds to strike the fear,
The battle has begun the enemy is near,
Down the hill they charge down to their death,
To curse their enemy’s name with their dying breath,
Two great army’s ride,
Under the rising sun they will collide,
The two armies crash and first steel is stained,
So many men will die, nothing will be gained,
Men fight on with blinding rage,
Careless if they live to see the end of an age,
On they push as men fall to their blades,
On they Continue to fight back the endless raids,
Now the sun reaches its high,
So many more left to die,
Seekers of glory, messengers of death,
On they fight till their last breath,
As arrows continue to reign on the hordes,
The rest will be met by the sword,
The blood now runs like rivers, and still no end in sight,
How long must this go on, how long must they fight
Life no longer has a meaning here,
Nothing these men hold dear,
trained to take life,
to fight in their lords endless strife,
As the burning sun falls from the sky,
the men raise the last battle cry,
The sun sets one last time for some men,
Most will not live to see the light of day again,
Shadow engulfs men as they die,
While burning arrows illuminate the night sky,
Fires spring up left and right,
Revealing the enemy outnumbered in the night,
The men rally for one final attack,
Some know there is no coming back,
swords glistening and covered with blood,
they charge to meet their foe like a raging flood,
They fight on till the first signs of dawn,
So many fathers taken, so many sons gone,
The two kings come together as the sun first shows its face,
They meet swords with a deadly grace,
The two men meet head to head,
None will stop till one is dead,
With a final thrust he sheathes his sword in the others chest,
With a final grin he drives in the rest,
Falling to the floor he closes his eyes,
this is the moment when their king dies,
Alas the enemies king has been slain,
All their deaths had not been in vain,
As the sun rises so beautiful so fair,
Death lingers in the air,
Bodies now litter the field,
men’s wounds to deep to be healed,
Never again shall most men see their wives,
Never again shall these men live their lives.

Description
Crimson Morning

As darkness ran from dawns early light,
Appeared the soldiers that marched trough the night,
These men willingly give their lives,
Knowing what they leave behind will be fatherless children and husband less wives,
Yet they hold their banner proudly high,
Awaiting the hour in which they will die,
On they march to their unmarked grave,
To quench the bloodlust they so strongly crave,
They wish nothing more then to see their foe fall,
Impatiently they wait to hear the battle call,
An army fueled by hate,
Marches on to meet its fate,
Through courage and honor are these men all bound,
Not a soul will rest till victory has been found,
On the next field of green,
Their blades must be keen,
Lest their blood stain that holy ground,
And be released from the oath which they have been bound,
‘Fight to the death’, these men would have done,
‘Take no prisoners’ when they have won,
Alas the horn sounds to strike the fear,
The battle has begun the enemy is near,
Down the hill they charge down to their death,
To curse their enemy’s name with their dying breath,
Two great army’s ride,
Under the rising sun they will collide,
The two armies crash and first steel is stained,
So many men will die, nothing will be gained,
Men fight on with blinding rage,
Careless if they live to see the end of an age,
On they push as men fall to their blades,
On they Continue to fight back the endless raids,
Now the sun reaches its high,
So many more left to die,
Seekers of glory, messengers of death,
On they fight till their last breath,
As arrows continue to reign on the hordes,
The rest will be met by the sword,
The blood now runs like rivers, and still no end in sight,
How long must this go on, how long must they fight
Life no longer has a meaning here,
Nothing these men hold dear,
trained to take life,
to fight in their lords endless strife,
As the burning sun falls from the sky,
the men raise the last battle cry,
The sun sets one last time for some men,
Most will not live to see the light of day again,
Shadow engulfs men as they die,
While burning arrows illuminate the night sky,
Fires spring up left and right,
Revealing the enemy outnumbered in the night,
The men rally for one final attack,
Some know there is no coming back,
swords glistening and covered with blood,
they charge to meet their foe like a raging flood,
They fight on till the first signs of dawn,
So many fathers taken, so many sons gone,
The two kings come together as the sun first shows its face,
They meet swords with a deadly grace,
The two men meet head to head,
None will stop till one is dead,
With a final thrust he sheathes his sword in the others chest,
With a final grin he drives in the rest,
Falling to the floor he closes his eyes,
this is the moment when their king dies,
Alas the enemies king has been slain,
All their deaths had not been in vain,
As the sun rises so beautiful so fair,
Death lingers in the air,
Bodies now litter the field,
men’s wounds to deep to be healed,
Never again shall most men see their wives,
Never again shall these men live their lives.