Part VII
The cruel wind turns, the shadow falls
With dark as thick as mire
Then on the horizon appears
The flare of bright warfire
The smell of hatred rampant rove
Unguarded malice reigned
Many men were being slayed
But no great victory gained
Not all the soldiers trampled
Underfoot were truly slayed
Their cries were lost in battlenoise
And none came to their aid
The swords are dark with blackened blood
The shields are cast aside
The spears are shattered on the helms
The steeds unfit to ride
But still they fight, they battle on
Though many fall and die
Hewn beneath the sword of foe
And reckless battlecry
The river near runs crimson deep
With blood of noble men
The sky darkens to deepest rage
And blood pours on the fen
And still the battle rageth on
And still the soldiers fall
The king claims that he shall not cease
Till he hath slain them all
This is how it is today. This is the battle we fight. We have already won the battle against evil, the blood sacrifice has been paid, and the prisoners redeemed. But even as the Enemy falls, he will strike out with his right hand to grasp and clutch all that he may, and bring them down into the deepest pits of Hell where he is forever banished. When will the fall of the Evil One end? We shall never know. We must only know that the fight against Evil goes on, though we have triumphed long ago. As warriors, we fight for the winning side, the side with the victory. We fight so that others may join us, so that when we no longer live on this earth, our souls will be redeemed by the blood of an innocent man, and we shall be free.
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