Set ablaze in glorious hills

a beautiful chaos that emptiness fills.

Cries of laughter heard over shrieks

Fear is everlasting as excitement peaks

Rise again the ones that fell

As Death comes and rings his Bell.

Follow him down to the River Styx

In the Dead of Dawn you may still follow Nyx.

Cleans are made upon your soul.

Glory or condemnation will take you home.

The smoke clears from the sky

as the last soldier says goodbye.

The battlefield is left silent and bloody.

The world weeps for the loss and pain of soulless bodies.