Belakor - The Desolation Of Ares - GTP табы

The scene where the battle took place
 Now only whispers of that war remain
 Through fen damp and glade deep
 Crept the fog which was their bane

 Harkee the pain
 Welcome your death and the silence it makes
 As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
 Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn

 Blood, hate and fear are his tools
 Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
 The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
 To a banquet grim for the crows to feed

 Amid the fury and sickness of struggle
 Ares strode unblemished and unseen
 Weaving his magic and dark illusion
 Upon a bloodied and wretched scene

 Harkee the pain
 Heralding death and the silence it makes
 As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
 Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn

 Blood, hate and fear are his tools
 Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
 The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
 To a banquet grim for the crows to feed

 Though Ares had drove them to fight
 A madness befell those who died
 To know that their cruel hand and sword
 Had slain their own brethren of yore