The lines are formed
The oaths have been sworned
Our king has called us to battle
So we leave our families and cattle
We are now in a foreign land
Surrounded by the desert sand
Our enemy has gone behind their walls
And then the bugle calls
Our attack is now under way
Enemy knights run to join the epic fray
Archers behind the ramparts let fly
The rain of death leads many to die
After a long bloody melee
We're threw the gate now for the real delay
A salvo of arrows decimates the fron line
After we spill blood we will in honour spill wine
but now is not the time or place
So I swing my sword across a foe's face
His blood splashes across my chainmail
As he lets out his final wail
I quickly move my shield to block a sword
During this battle for survival I pray to the lord
The block gave my foe a temporary shock
So I slash threw him, they said glorious battle what a crock
This battle is straight from Hell
None who survive will ever be well
The few defenders that remain
Will die when the blade slashes through there main vein
The last one died during the aggresive debate
All the survivers elate
We've taken the city at last
Our victory is decisive and vast
But we lost many good men to defending swords and arrows
The dead bodys will be a good feast for the crows and sparrows
The cycle will go around again
The city will be lost
It will be taken again
Many will die but none will win
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