The sun stood hot over the battlefield

It was the year 1366

A phalanx from hades had yet invaded

And the last battalion prepared for counterattack

Burning arrows penetrated the whirring heat

And arms drenched in blood craved for revenge

Bestial screams even resounded from snowy mountains at the far horizon and were only drowned out by the thunderous stamping of this marching crowd

Crossbows were bend, lances were levelled, to hail down on the cohorts of death

Hindsights were closed, cannons were loaded, to blast down the army of hate

To prevent the threatening conquest and not to be trapped into slavery

Battle axes were sparkling in the sun light

Craving for chopping some flesh

Effusing a shine of forthcoming decease

Cannons were thundering, gun emplacements positioned

To support the vanguard on its advance

Troops of riders were encircling the enemy, a blood curdling thriller was to be launched

Thousands of soldiers were murdered

They died for a disgraceful master

Their blood would quench the thirst of the triumphant horde of evil and would strengthen their pride to rule forever