Withering Vengeance

Swords are glistening in the winter sun
Which were forged on the anvil of spite

Turbid reflections are craving for vengeance
An idyllic shroud of snow is trampled
Down by scorching hooves

Behind visors there are glowing resolved eyes
Screams are hurtling through the fields
On which they are embattling for the slaughter
The horde is poised for the final assault

Horns are announcing the declaration
Of a war which should last until all is erasеd
Banners of the only true dark forcе should waft
On the lances on which the impaled fallen surrender

Fight for your kingdom
Fight for your dominion
Subdue those undeserving ones
To relieve from the chains of slavery