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Wind carries the stench of fear

Frayed banners flutter lazy

Fighting horses instinctly feel

Anxiety and aura of death

Sparks from sharpened swords

Fall slowly on sweat soaked ground

The dawn has came and overcame darkness

The stench of smoke from extinguished bonfires

It's time to fasten the armor

And make weapon ready for taste of blood

The last gulps of sweet wine

For reassure before the battle

Two armies are ready to fight

Commanders speak their fighting speeches

Wind covers shiny armors

And time for the last command

Attack!!!!

Roar of crushing steel from everywhere

Blood mixed with sweat and dust

Screams of pain and fury of battle

Swords and axes give the death

Death – triumphs over heads

Blood – makes unkown picture

Ravens – feasting between the bodies

Night – covers with the black shroud