The Aftermath

Coming from all sides
Fighting for their lives
Spears and arrows fly!
Fire burning bright
Screams and chaos rife
Underneath the sky!
Sent from his homeland
Across the frozen plains
Sent without warning
His freedom to maintain.

Seven thousand men to fall
Seven thousand men to die
Born to fight to the last warrior
Relentless, brave and bold
Sword in hand, he fights alone, unafraid
Fields with slaughtered men and soldiers
Fueling hatred in his soul
'Till the aftermath they'll taste his blade!

Flags are flying high
Death is always nigh
In this war-torn lands!
Enemies closing in
But he won't give in
'Till the end he'll stand!
Sent from his homeland
To defend his kingdom's reign
Fighting without ceasing
But alas, he fights in vain!

"Seven thousand men to fall
All of them sent to die
Upon this bloody battlefield
I will surely lie
The enemy shall know my name
After their sons are slain
But until the aftermath
They'll taste my broken blade!"

Seven thousand...