To the battle, to the fields
The cause is just, we will not yield
Thick with doom, such acrid smoke
Hard to breathe, our lungs are choked
Pressing on, and still we push
Past falling trees and burning brush
In our wake, destruction left
Raise your sword and feel the heft
With gleaming blade we cut a path
No evil shall survive our wrath
The parapets before us lie
The parapets stand ever high
Though arrows fly, we scale the walls
As we rise up, the bodies fall
We storm the castle, at the doors
Rejoice for now this day is yours!
©The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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