I lost sight of light. I remember the thunderous drum, nothing more.

 

It sounded as screams from the hell, tightly press my chest.

 

Calm;

 

Even if I could not distinguish the vicious hatred and painful wailing.

 

Listen;

 

Fire and blood keep me warm and breathing.

 

Swords and home are the only hope left that retain me to stay alive.

 

Gently;

 

Slow down,

 

I hear the trembling steps rushing into close combat. I see bodies tangling together, perished in horror.

 

Horns had blown over and over again, charges crumble to silence alongside.

 

Shouts are too tumultuous,

 

but each echo has the same rhythm;

 

Breathe follows the melody of the heartbeats;

 

Dance with the knell of the dead;

 

Fell to lead to the last empty pause.

 

Only gore and sorrow remain in the air.

 

Reminding the moments of glory and lorn after all.