From Whence They Came

shrouded with the black of night

our ranks move forth to align for war

at dawn a horde of foes

approach from the horizon

i see a flickering

their swords and shields reflect the sun

i close my eyes and forsee the devastation

with the first advancement

i draw my sword and slice at will

no hesitations here

with no question why I've come to kill

decapitation and severed limbs

feeding the flames of fury

until this battles' end

what an immaculate desecration

of carcasses of slaughtered ones

what a blasphemous glare in the eyes

of all the dead

it is clear now that their strength

is dwindling yes they are finished

there is little now the few that

they have left may soon diminish

now the time is upon us to scour

this putrid field of battle

in search of the still breathing opposition

grasping onto dear life and finish them

no foe from this encounter

shall receive the mercy of being spared

to slither back into the darkness

from whence they came to tend to their wounds

and regain strength to fight us once again

many of our great men have been slain

but we may now at last breathe free

ours is the blood of honor courage and strength

let us forget not what

has been accomplished here this day