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