"Stand-still your blood thirst soldiers, they attack us thusly the turn of tomorrow.
There screams, rants, and raves laced and lined with sorrow.
For tonight our gods strength and will we shall borrow.
Our gods strength ever lasting ever forgiving.
To torment, and haunt the pure, and corrupt of the living.
There arrows, swords, and the hate of there lords we will certainly be receiving.
So I digress, stow your blood lust and rest this evening."
" Storm there corrupt walls, I need not explain the feeling watching the moment in time there flag falls.
They cannot hold us back for long, so march men march, all night long.
If we not but stop once on the way to freedom, they will think we will all simply be gone untill tonight to tomorrows end.
We will interrupt there feast and there songs.
And reclaim the freedom and piece they took wen they came..."
Just figured I better do something out of the usual.
Tell me what you think.