Conflagrating miasma evinced

A shadowed spectre adorned in blood

Beckons righteous slaughter…

Awaiting the dusk to attack

Ashes congealed with sweat

Myopic divinations, coerce atrocities

Pendent upon a precipice

Beset by an ultimatum…

Victory or death

Acrid stench of rot, asphyxiates

Perceptions compromised

Charge forth from blood-mist, frenzied

Inexorable Templar's of death

Entropic force assailant

Surveying a kingdom or prey

Quintessence indomitablе, overwhelm

Triumph forth on a maelstrom of dеvastation

Cold…

Steel…

Sinks into bone

Conflict as canon

The blood the warrior sheds

More divine than the rambling priest

Wiser that the ink of the philosopher

Aristocrats of dirt, consumed by blooded mist

Cornered, in narrow clay walls, the kingdom of the trench

Within this great arena, I lunge in determination

Over the corpses of my brothers, who fought tooth and nail