Havoc of Battle

Catch thy breath
And hold thy tongue
As these words are spoken
Below this pit of agony
Lies the death of destruction

Shards of empty hollow spheres
Fall down from above
These bleeding pains
Of fragile lives
Foul the lines of love

Rhyme nor reason
Explains this fate
Born from the breath of a god
Gentle folk trap
Boiling anger and hate
Forming evil's squad

Steal clash
Drum beat
Stamp the rhythm
Sweat the heat
Hundreds of thousands
Men divide
Face each other
At battle's side

Blood and death linger on
Whilst the mourning sing their song
In this land of burning plain
They feel the cost of a tyrants rein