The Earth stretched its boundless space
Enveloped north and south, west and east
The stone clouds covered welkin
Solar light hid in their tops
Forces stands motionlessly along edges of the valley
In expectation of the inevitable order
Grey mist stopped on point of spears
Swords wait for their hour
The rain rushed, washing brilliant armours
War cry spreaded all over the battlefield
Armies have plunged into the battle
Have remained only moments till beginning
Swordstorm, tempest of spears
Shields crush, like autumnal leaves
Rain of arrows and water can't differ any more
Peak of day is coming
Dead already more than alive
Only water streams are poured from above
Ring slowly ceases
The time of events approach to the end
The valley immersed in darkness
Horses wander in loneliness
Just rain drum on armours
Diluting purple colours
I hear the whisper of the ancient lands
I remember everything that happened
I remember all who is gone
The wind whisper their names
Above the moonlight ground
Silence in the air
Imprints of day on the ground
Remembrances in memory of people
About death and glory
Glory in centuries...
