Scarred warrior

A Poem by Ghiasquared

Unsheathed my blade at ready
legions behind standing on guard
past glories are mere dust on the wind
for today behold the reckoning
the cry awakes my minion
onward bound to death we go
the fury of life and the wetness of death
mine enemy is but a paltry foe
the sound of death engulfs us
the singing of swords
such beautiful song they are
metal upon metal to death we go
my scars of this war increase
forward to deaths gate we march
my brethren follow with mad lust
on the wind smell my crimson glory
today we triumph above the havoc
on morrow another land to death we go