The Desolation of Ares-Be'lakor

[00:47.36]The scene where the battle took place [00:54.71]Now only whispers of that war remain [01:02.85]Through fen damp and glade deep [01:10.21]Crept the fog which was their bane [01:18.65]Harken the pain [01:20.53]Welcome your death and the silence it makes [01:24.67]As foe cleaves foe in the dawn [01:27.75]Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn [01:46.78]Blood, hate and fear are his tools [01:53.94]Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools [02:01.04]The frenzy of panic drives their steeds [02:08.49]To a banquet grim for the crows to feed [02:15.59]Amid the fury and sickness of struggle [02:21.36]Ares strode unblemished and unseen [02:30.29]Weaving his magic and dark illusion [02:38.18]Upon a bloodied and wretched scene [02:45.92]Harken the pain [02:47.68]Heralding death and the silence it makes [02:51.58]As foe cleaves foe in the dawn [02:54.92]Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn [03:13.97]Blood, hate and fear are his tools [03:21.20]Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools [03:28.28]The frenzy of panic drives their steeds [03:35.64]To a banquet grim for the crows to feed [06:09.76]Though Ares had drove them to fight [06:14.54]A madness befell those who died [06:19.17]To know that their cruel hand and sword [06:23.82]Had slain their own brethren of yore