The Dragonthrone Wars

The drums of war are playing on the wind

Legions in a golden blaze advancing

The air is riddled with ash and fire

A twisting spectre against the heavens

Like the sullen scowl of blackest woe, a land grievous and besieged

Hammered by storms and pestilence, never to rest

Hell beyond hell, eradication, burning ferocity

Swords erect pounding at the sky - a desperate tantrum of futility

Never will a leader fight his own battles

An amphitheatre of fresh fodder

Crimson axes, a cold moon in chaos

Cannot escape the martyr's curse

All for one greedy king's quest for power

Only a conqueror following the common ruinous path

The powers are bickering while their people are suffering

And there is no wise counsel within these fragile walls

An exalted scepter, an internecine damnation

Baleful causes tending toward chaos and disarray

Knights in horned helms on an impotent crusade

Without legacy or deeds for remembrance

By the ruthless dictatorship of the sword and spear

The axis of demolition is crafted

For the blood on a cross on the hill of the skull

The religion of warfare, deliverance through demise

Wave after wave of armored fury broke upon the ranks

Berserker rage without any mercy, mountains smashed to dust

Driven by the madness of revenge, battle turns to slaughter

Victory dies at the hands of annihilation

Countless were the dead that fell by my hand

I saw them through my tears - those beloved now useless

Barbaric devastation, carnage taints the soil

Blasted earth and despair, a thousand voices roar in agony

Even the gods are silent

All the perished weep

The eyes of the dragon shall reveal

The dark has no end

A sole lord throws down his weapons and leaves the battlefield

Disgusted by the doom of a poisoned struggle

Hailing the few brave enough to wage peace

Mortal thrones are like falling leaves in a gale