Of warrior and sword,
Crossing through the fjord;
In hand they wield,
Mighty sword shield.

Of archer and bow,
Their spirits set low;
Upon great war horses,
They finger their crosses.

In heart they pray,
With voice they say:

Kill the beast,
Using sword and fist;
Let them rot,
For victory we sought!

Demons were the beast,
Upon humans they feast;
Eyes small and red,
None they were afraid.

They armies set forth,
They marched headed north;
For hours they had marched,
Until their throats were parched.

Fingers cold as ice,
Startled by illusory cries;
The soldiers were scared,
The king never cared.

For it was prophesied:
When the moon is full,
Then, evil will rule;
When the sun is high,
Their blood runs dry.

Kill them then,
Victory be grand;
Kill them not,
Your souls rot.

Suddenly, the demons appeared,
As the warriors had feared;
Eyes, reddest of red,
The soldiers retreated, afraid.

Then, above came thunder,
The army began to flounder;
Then, came the rain,
Washing away bloodstain.

A string was taut,
An arrow was shot;
Demon, struck the arrow,
Stopping only at marrow.

So, one demon less,
Hoping for the best;
“Got and kill them!”
Ordered Great General Sam.

Their swords they raised,
The demons they faced;
“The demons I kill,”
“The demons I grill!”

Of sword and spear,
They overcame their fear;
They stabbed and slashed,
The demons they bashed.

Of demon and soldier,
Their hearts turned colder;
Lunge, defend and kill,
Until their opponents still.

Many wounded or dead,
The battlefield was red;
“Brave soldiers, we’ve won!”
“Though wounds many borne....”