Heroism

The time has come, Time to make your stand
No longer shall we turn tail
This is where we fight! This is where they die!

Our own country, we were born here.
Beautiful Lithuania, last home of the Old Gods
Now in its time of dire peril

The enemy come, armour gleaming
Pennants stirring in morning breeze
An army of perfect killers, marching in unison

Their horsemen make the ground shake
Small stones attempt to flee the oncoming storm
We are not so lucky

I look around at our lines
Farmers, peasants, stable boys
They know their doom approaches with each hoof beat

Braver, are these men, than that army of death
Here they will stand, here they will fall
The order comes through to lower spears

And through the ranks, comes a murmur
A passing song on the soldiers lips
Swelling into a roar of pride, of glory

Spears beat against the shields, teeth are bared
Yelling, a surge of defiance, of resistance
At the mailed fist of oppression.

No longer Peasants these men,
But a band of brothers, united in a cause
Nothing can stop them now

The line breaks ranks, heroes charge
Each eager to rip out the enemies heart
Yet it is to be their undoing

The cavalry close ranks, lances lowered
A solid wall of metal, of death
They begin to trot

The armies close together, steel against bravery
Swords flash, hack down
Men reel, clutching split stomachs

Hooves smash into those heroes face’s
Smashing their skulls, driving their defiance into the ground
To be forever doused.

A field of broken bodies
Is all that remains
Of those brave souls.