The king of darkness

Rides in force

Blinded by the hunger

For desire and power

The queen of light

Raises her bow

And the arrow

Of hope with might

The soldiers march

With boiling blood

On thunderous horses

Through the grass and mud

Swords are drawn

In the stance of war

Craving to slaughter

Their own brothers

Wielders of maces

And hammers and axes

Roar and thunder

At the sky to conquer

The tyrants and lords

Impart the fury

And anger and the duty

To drive the war

The battleground sighs

Once again in pain

Witnessing a thousand wars

All over again

But the sky contrasts

And looks serene

And seems to know that

The pain of war

Can never exceed

The woe of the aftermath