memories of swords slashing wildly on the chaotic field of battle, brothers in arms lies dead next to one another, human against human, corpses lies hand in hand, apart in life, joined in death. as Nergal claims their souls. death and decay, over gods we war. and the tears we cry, are but silent before lockwar, there is no time, no retreat nor surrender, we must push on, over the corpses of our brothers. we march for our emperor, in tears.
((am not done with this one, nor fixed its grammar yet. sadly i ran out of time