As walls fell down, came down and round
And blood was spilt, and soaked the ground.
As ravens cried, for what was lost,
The earth did close in mighty frost.
The sky darkened, the clouds decayed
For those who'd fought aback had paid
And though the darkness, as if a shroud
Could not drown out what had been vowed.
And if the words spoke forth with grace
Could not still the beating race
They swore an oath to turn away
And call the thundering force to stray.
Past thought of all that could have been said
To fill the hearts of lions with dread,
The path shall change, and Hell would rise
Reflected in the serpent's eyes.
To stand alone is not to stand
But mere to claim another land.
When all is lost, and all is fell
Shall then be given unto Hell.