Well I got inspired by Turisas and wrote this... it\'s IC... thing.
The Tale
I Of Home
As the sunbeams reached her face
Nowhere to be seen was any trace
Of happiness, of bliss, of rejoice
Of joyful humming that filled the home
She turned to him with tears in her eyes
Gone were all of the peace-keeping lies
He remained silent, staring at the wall
No sound pierced through dread in the hall
Suddenly a laughter came to their ears
She walked to the window and wiped her tears
It was their children, playing outside
Unaware of darkness, grief moved aside
With no knowledge of the incoming war
Reason for their father to join bloody gore
It is a movement, a fight, a crusade
Led by mighty leader, Darven the Great
No way of changing the warrior\'s mind
Only one thing to do - into glory ride
She tried to recall the happy days
The days of sun giving golden rays
But it is all gone now, the rays are dark
On her husband she can see now death\'s mark
She can not help it, still remains worried
In her mind the sadness is now enthroned
Suddenly the warrior moved to the door
From outside they could hear a distant call
Someone was shouting \"Gordor\", his name
He walked outside, they were on the lane
Three mighty warriors, three horsemen rode
His brothers in arms, of righteous code
Finally they came, their faces showing pride
Glad to see each others, all ready to fight
They walked inside, nourishing food ready
They drank, they talked, remained rock-steady
But then came the time when they had to leave
They gathered their armour, weapons of steel
He embraced his children, wished happy days
Walked to his wife, they stood face to face
She hugged him, still was greatly worried
wished him good luck, kissed on his forehead
They jumped on their horses and looked behind
Now it was time to go for the great fight
Four mighty warriors, four horsemen rode
All brothers in arms, of righteous code
II Of Travel
And as they rode through the forest path
thoughts of what will come - the war\'s wrath
Came to their minds, remained disturbed
by battle, by soldiers, by incoming bloodshed
But they knew that what they did was right
To conquer infidels with their awing might
And they traveled with heads raised high
Yet with memories of their homes leaving sigh
But not to look back, but forward they had
Thinking of future fight like a young lad
Would they return, or would death befall
They did not care, heard just battle\'s call
And as they moved further, and further again
Their fellowship encountered a pouring rain
They could not surrender, no slowing down
Quickly join forces to fight for the crown
Passing the fields, the swamps and the lakes
Into the forests, no spiders nor snakes
Would make them slow down, a mission they had
To fight in the battle, of noble, of mad
Is this the right war, for right ideas fought
To slaughter the wrong, that leaves no doubt
They are the good ones, stand on king\'s side
Fight for the justice, to honor they abide
Destroy all the forces led by morbid clown
Onward into battle, for ring and for crown
And thus they arrived, on their army\'s side
Brave as they were, here to fight with pride
They scanned the soldiers, scanned their steel
All bold on their faces, all ready to kill
They knew what will happen after that night
Clash of the forces, victorious for might
They looked down the hill, on the battlefield
Many men will remain there, in battle killed
III Of War
Bright was the field and bright was the sky
On those final hours no warrior would cry
They were looking forward, enemies stood there
Bold as they were, as proud of their warfare
Two fierce armies standing, both ready to fight
Who shall be victorious, the wrong or the right
No negotiations needed, they all now shall die
Kill them for each blasphemy, for each evil lie
Who shall survive this, to family will return
Who\'s blood will be spilled, his body will burn
The time of truth comes now, horsemen ride down
The battlecries coming, \"fight for the crown!\"
With no further thoughts they run down the hill
Down onto battlefield, to fight and to kill
They passed every rock, they passed every tree
There was no going back, no man would now flee
Fingers now gripped the handles of their swords
Fight side by side, footmen, knights and lords
At last the moment they have been waiting for
Clash of the steel, it is time to fight or fall
Swords are now swinging, cutting their flesh
With blood in their eyes, men enter thresh
But then they noticed it, something went wrong
They were not winning, they were not the strong
Hundreds of maimed men were lying on the ground
Awaiting death, with blood flowing from wound
But more horrors on the battlefield they met
Their mighty leader, in blood soon lied dead
Would this really be the end of their days
Would the sun be giving the last of its rays
There was blood everywhere, pain in their eyes
With no strength left they fell before the lies
Would the infidels win war, blasphemy prevail
All of their ideals lost now, no honor, no hail
What they were fighting for, all shall be gone
Once the life of the last of them will be done
Darkness soon came over to all of their minds
Swords of their enemies shall reap all lights
IV Of Glory
But swords did not reach the last of the rays
The last sparkle of hope, to keep glorious ways
With the last of his strength Gordor rode down
With blood on his face, with blood in his sound
The ground shook under the hooves of his horse
This one last attack could not make it worse
With battlecry, he rode through enemy\'s ranks
Slashing many a man standing on their flanks
The fire was burning bright in his angry eyes
Gave him will to once more fight against lies
And the fire kept growing and growing even more
Soon caught his brothers with will to win war
And they became bold on their faces once again
Slashed infidels with reign being their new aim
Screams and roars sailed in the sonorous wind
With steel and stone their enemies\' bones grind
And in their holy quest they now gained ground
Enemies fell as their mighty hammers did pound
Their foes\' flesh cut by the blood-red swords
Their foes\' skulls crushed by the axes\' blows
But when they were winning everything changed
Not on the battlefield, not in sides\' strength
Only there, deep down in the warriors\' minds
Their thoughts, believes, views on all rights
No more they fought for king sitting on throne
But for families, loved ones, the peaceful tone
What was important, not to spill enemies\' blood
But fight for ideals, save loved ones from mad
So which army is right and which army is wrong
Should the right ones be those that are strong
No, they were never right, they were always mad
Following their king\'s will, all naive as a lad
But it shall be over now and never again return
All memories of blind deeds shall forever burn
But this day they have to win the bloody war
Survive it, return to their families once more
And with these thoughts they fought furthermore
Driving their enemies to the most dreadful tone
V Of Death
Warriors fought brave, many men they had maimed
Casting shadows on the field, where bodies laid
They moved further, throwing their enemies dead
Fighting will getting stronger, Gordor them led
When battle was soon over, on his way stood lad
Burly and firm he was, his body all armour-clad
He challenged the knight with vengeance in mind
The last fight before to family man could ride
The fight between them started, many wound made
The strength in both of them slowly did fade
Suddenly eyes of one of them became wide open
His flesh badly cut, soul was now to meet Oden
Gordor released sword, looked into butcher\'s eyes
He did not hate this lad, he fought not for lies
But for right ideals, all the same as his own
For family, for land, for heritage him bestown
He fell down to ground, everyone looked there
The battle was already won, yet they met hell
Many approached corpse lying at the feet of lad
Few noticed the butcher, none were at him mad
What was important, their praised hero lied dead
The warrior, the knight that to victory them led
They looked at his eyes, calm, eyes had no hate
Only view of family and friends joined by fate
They did not slay the killer, that was enough
So many friends died, they recall their laugh
Days spent in taverns, together drinking ale
Battles fought together, forging plate or mail
Now they all are dead, died for what is wrong
This pointless battle lasted for way too long
So once again, who is wrong and who is right
Who is the glorious king, who is morbid clown
Who fought for right ideals, for them did kill
who was blinded fool following madman\'s will
The bloodshed had to stop, the war now ceased
All of the defeated to their families released
Battlefield soon into mass ritual was turned
The tract filled with dead heroes\' bodies burnt
VI Of Return
Once again they gathered their weapons of steel
Stench of bloody battle they still could feel
Jumped on their horses, with grief looked behind
They had to remember failure, no more be blind
Then they looked forward, homes waited ahead
Peaceful, full of love, away from any threat
And they rode back through already known path
As far as possible from the yesterday\'s wrath
into forests, through fields and by the lakes
They did not wait untill the light fully wakes
They rode forward, for new mission they had
This time for their friend, not for the mad
Now headed towards Gordor\'s family, by honor led
Had to tell the hero, husband and father is dead
Three mighty warriors, three horsemen rode
All brothers in arms, of righteous code
- Swords
