On these endless Fields
by Toby Keith
Their horses heavy, clad in chain armour, march into battle. Man against man, sword against sword, hammer and axe against shield.
Let the banners fly high! Mortal screams pierce the cold air, as steel meets flesh and strong rule the weak.
And then, the great rain set in. And but for a moment, it seemed as if all the blood had been cleansed by the gods.