CAMMANDER

Standing there
Upon the hill
His figure tall
He knows no fear

Spear in hand
Bow standing low
This war is his
To death that is

Down below
Down that small hill
His army stands
Defend their lands

There they are
Their enemys
Seeking blood
Ride through the mud

One deep breath
And then it starts
Both armies march
Commanded harsh

Archers first
Their arrows fly
Bloody mud
They fall with thud

Death falls down
On warrior heads
Lying there
They`ll go no where

He stands again
Upon that hill
His face so sad
His eyes are mad

Sloughered boys
With open throuts
He won his fight
But lost all might