The war drums blare the silence
Of ten thousand breathless souls
In the battlefield.
Ravens loom on the red sky
Circling the dead, watching vultures
Gouge once immortal warriors.
Gods, from heaven and nether
Clap their passing in silken robes.
A border carved, a gold mine seized
Forts deserted, markets fleeced.
Children, wives, wait with knelt prayers
Fathers, sisters, kindle withering fires.
Peasants, servants, serve their masters
Tonight, as the king revels in his feat
When the blood feasts in the rain.