Fires of War
I look out o'er the battlefield,
I behold the fog of war.
I hear the clash of steel and sword,
Hear the sound of demons' roars.
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The dust swirls up into the air,
It bears the scent of blood.
We stand firm against the tide,
We withstand the demons' flood.
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Steel tears through flesh,
Skin of both man and beast.
If the demons fall we'll burn them.
If we fail, on us they'll feast.
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The time has come to join in battle,
Ancestors' presence I feel.
So with sword and shield, axe and bow,
To the fray I bring my steel.