Upon the Battlements

By: Edwin Posted on: August 30, 2011

Upon the Battlements of the Baelgrim,
The fortress of Oppression, Suffering and Sin,
I look to the South and I can see,
Through the blood red mist, the skeletal trees.
To the West, the setting sun,
Informs Twilight's near, the day is done.
And to the North, as ravens fly,
Naught but death doth that way lie.
To the East my eyes last go,
The homeland of our hated foe.
To War! To War! Go forth Mhaldor,
Across the rocky, treacherous shore!
Ride forth strong, a storm of Truths!
Unfetter their weaknesses, set them loose!
Hew them down, their blood and bone
Will join again 'fore Thoth's fell throne.
Looking East my blood doth boil,
In eagerness for the coming toil.
My passion tempered with the words,
"Death will come with carrion birds".
For to Their wills my soul I've bound,
Remember'd as I look around
Upon the Battlements of the Baelgrim
The fortress of Oppression, Suffering and Sin.