Death

The shadows roll over the hill
the darkness draws nearer
Death comes closers
I hold my life more dearer.

The howls of wolves
they take away our hearts
But hold fast men
this is just the start.

We can hear the drums now
Echoing through the darkness
The constant deafening beat
is starting to get faster.

We can see them now
running through the rain.
They come with sword spear and bow
just to cause us pain.

Death is upon us
there is nothing we can do.
As we defeat the first of them
More come anew.

One by one we fall,
Into the darkness Beyond.
Shot down by many arrows,
With fury we will respond.

Now it is our turn
we shall spring our mighty trap.
They came to pillage and burn is,
we shall stab them in the back.

They knew of our plan
they drove us back with ease
Now they take us and torture us,
We beg for death....Please.