The scene where the battle took place
Now only whispers of that war remain
Through fen damp and glade deep

Crept the fog which was their bane

Harkee the pain

Welcome your death and the silence it makes
As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn


Blood, hate and fear are his tools
Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools

The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
To a banquet grim for the crows to feed


Amid the fury and sickness of struggle
Ares strode unblemished and unseen
Weaving his magic and dark illusion

Upon a bloodied and wretched scene

Harkee the pain

Heralding death and the silence it makes
As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn


Blood, hate and fear are his tools
Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools

The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
To a banquet grim for the crows to feed


Though Ares had drove them to fight
A madness befell those who died
To know that their cruel hand and sword

Had slain their own brethren of yore