The war of my heart.

I sit upon this heightened ridge,
The sight of battle makes me cringe.

Great men stricken down by sword,
Fighting for there separate lords.

Arrows rain, blocks out the sun,
I am the one who shoots the gun.

Another man falls to his knees,
Never again, his soul be seen.

The crys of battle,
The gasps for air.

Another victim who can't be spared.

I shoot an arrow, lit ablaze.
Hits my target, Soul to claim.

A horn in the distance,
A raise of a flag.

A drum left beating,
A fight to have.

The horses scream,
There masters reckless.

Born to fight,
to end a life.

Death is close, to us indeed.
There is no time to beg and plead.

You life is gone within a flash,
A striking blow, a final crash.

Hear me yell my Battle song,
loud and simple, true and strong.

I mount my horse, I grab my sword.
I attack with pure brutal force.

I leave no man, nor soul or horse,
All shall die beneath my sword.