We breathe the freezing air
Of the midnight battle field
Our frost-laden swords
Shimmer from the moon’s light
Coated in blood
Drenched in sweat
We march forth into the dark

Grab your sword
Grab your shield
March on forth
To the battlefield

A snowfall impedes our path
But we must not stop
Our members fall to the earth
Frozen and dead like our enemies
We shed no tear for the lost

Grab your sword
Grab your shield
March on forth
To the battlefield

The burning village
Gives us warmth
Upon the embers of your civilization
We cook our victory feast
This roast of lamb we eat tonight
Will carry us for many battles more

Grab your sword
Grab your shield
March on forth
To the battlefield

We are indeed the last
Of the great and mighty warriors
But our pride grows stronger
From victory after victory
We can never lose
For we are born to fight

Grab your sword
Grab your shield
March on forth
To the battlefield

It was perfect. Flow, wording, nothing made me cringe or think twice when I read it. The story was there and it was all very balanced thoughtwise. I really enjoyed the whole piece.
Great job.

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grim.

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yeah pretty damn grim

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