Clash of Steel, Echoes of War

Beneath the looming clouds of gray,

The warriors rise to greet the fray.

Their armor gleams in the fading light,

A beacon of hope, bold and bright.

With hearts of iron and unyielding will,

They march together, steady and still.

The banners wave, the horns resound,

Boots striking firmly on the ground.

Forward they press, with might and pride,

Through endless fields, so vast and wide.

Their eyes alight with a fiery glare,

They know the dangers lurking there.

Through forests dark and valleys deep,

Where the ancient songs of battle sleep,

Their voices lift in a haunting cry,

A vow to fight, to never die.

Honor their shield, courage their blade,

In unity strong, their fears do fade.

The wind howls fierce, the cold bites sharp,

Yet no heart falters, no spirit's dark.

They take their stand on crimsoned soil,

Prepared for blood, for sweat, for toil.

Roaring flames consume the sky,

But side by side, they will not shy.

Swords collide in the symphony’s rage,

A dance of death upon the stage.

Each strike, a story of ancient lore,

A tale retold in the clash of war.

Blood runs freely, soaking the earth,

A testament to their strength, their worth.

Through the chaos, through the strife,

Each soldier fights for love, for life.

In the storm of battle, they find their flame,

And carry on, despite the pain.

United still, they will not break,

For the fight they give, the lives they stake.