The sun stood hot over the battlefield
It was the year 1366
A phalanx from hades had yet invaded
And the last battalion prepared for counterattack
Burning arrows penetrated the whirring heat
And arms drenched in blood craved for revenge
Bestial screams even resounded from snowy mountains at the far horizon and were only drowned out by the thunderous stamping of this marching crowd
Crossbows were bend, lances were levelled, to hail down on the cohorts of death
Hindsights were closed, cannons were loaded, to blast down the army of hate
To prevent the threatening conquest and not to be trapped into slavery
Battle axes were sparkling in the sun light
Craving for chopping some flesh
Effusing a shine of forthcoming decease
Cannons were thundering, gun emplacements positioned
To support the vanguard on its advance
Troops of riders were encircling the enemy, a blood curdling thriller was to be launched
Thousands of soldiers were murdered
They died for a disgraceful master
Their blood would quench the thirst of the triumphant horde of evil and would strengthen their pride to rule forever