Mortal are the armies of man
for what we knowest he shallt never understand
As a pawn he shallt be sacrificed
Led by his master, encouraged by lies
Proud as a knight he shan’t stand aside
Despite his vigour he finally dies
For as much as he believe
He shallt be deceived
The lives of the lost
Are a tribute to mortality
Where no outside enemies exists
Man finds enemies within his own kind
Empires and kingdoms rise and fall
Each on a bloody tide of battle and destruction