Wind carries the stench of fear Frayed banners flutter lazy Fighting horses instinctly feel Anxiety and aura of death Sparks from sharpened swords Fall slowly on sweat soaked ground The dawn has came and overcame darkness The stench of smoke from extinguished bonfires It's time to fasten the armor And make weapon ready for taste of blood The last gulps of sweet wine For reassure before the battle Two armies are ready to fight Commanders speak their fighting speeches Wind covers shiny armors And time for the last command Attack!!!! Roar of crushing steel from everywhere Blood mixed with sweat and dust Screams of pain and fury of battle Swords and axes give the death Death – triumphs over heads Blood – makes unkown picture Ravens – feasting between the bodies Night – covers with the black shroud