hear the Ibeck horn now mount your steed
arrows bow from wire and crest
on that morn look to the west
tidal siege, advance of forces
septor flank to spear your horses
trebuche's shrapnel seeks
double back into the keep
first battalions sacked the tower
spark of cinder flint black powder
ripple blood on puddle rumble
castle brick is ash and rubble
poison on the land has spread
hail the victorious dead!
No comments:
Post a Comment