i was just listening to some Eluveitie music and this came into my head...
The pipe wails across the empty marshes,
On which once stood many castles proud.
It further erodes the once mighty turrets,
From which the archers rained their hell.
It is but an echo that the wind brings now,
Of the once mighty bellows of the victorious.
The thud has been reduced to a mere tap,
That which was the sound of an army march.
Fast and strong, in throes and throng,
Bunches of wild-haired men, they charged.
With no armor on them, save that of courage,
They ran with a guffaw, right to their deaths.
Blood and sweat mingle, as blades cross,
Curses fly across the field, it’s all a din.
Every man here in the quest for glory,
Hoping his song is sung for many years.
If you knock on the stones, you can still hear,
The ancient history seeped deep in them.
As they now stand still, silent witnesses,
Of a glorious era that once was.
