A Deatheater Battle Cry
The enemy slain lays gory and blue,
Scattered in fields and drowning in dew
Face down when faced with the lightning we bring
Not a flower to spare for the unmarked tomb.
Drumbeats and spoils: a victory tune
A medieval breath in modern day gloom
Top honor, a caster, a spell and a swish
We conquer, divide, and play with your bliss
Muggles and mudbloods run, scatter, and hide
Drip down with the angels marked with devil's pride
Turn quick with the fallen: be trampled beneath
The robes of our glory, the mighty will flee
Before he who must not be named and his wand
The caster, the burning, the cleft and divide
Smoke swirling, breath hurling, a stroke in the night
Beware all you muggles, death breeds and we fight