Blood stained in wargasm

Dawn is breaking, a new day has begun
We saddle our horses, a battle has to be won
In shiny armour we look up to the sky
Our blades are sharpened, all enemies shall die
The hooves of our horses give a thundering sound
As we are heading towards the battleground
In fear and sheer terror our enemies cry
Our blades are sharpened, now they all will die

Warriors draped in leather with iron swords in hand
Ready to sing their enemies their last lullabies
The sunlight disappears, only torchlights break the dark
Depressive silence broken only by hard pounding hearts
Mist falls down shrouding the field in mystery
After this night all false metallers will rest in misery

but into the darkness and out of the bloodshead a dark force shall wait
as these 2 groups of lustress knights await, they let out load cries in
dissolution of there date
The massive volume of their chanting, false ears bleed
It's nothing but a massacre when the titans clash with the weak
Trying to put us down cries out for revenge

the fire of red dragons are burning there erotic armour
nightmares begin to take set and thus devours there shivering souls
the torches and blood i can see in the night
as vengful sucubuses begin there flight
they pitiful army will fall at there own might

the army that swore to prevail
there foes will fall from one exorbitant sling of there flail
this army of rebelism shall climb too the top as they swore
but once these sucubuses come in sight
the pity soldiers lose moral and stagger there horses in fright

the man-at-arms drop there weapons to save there own lives, what cowards
these men were
but one warrior shall take hold and he will use the proficiency of the army

he grasps the tiller of his sword and awaits, and stares at the dark army in
awe
from the azure shadows of the night, a multitude of his allies with not one
flaw, steps at his side to share there might
there life passes through there eyes as lustfull sucubuses lick there supple
lips
these rare warriors prepare there weapons
as charging demons let out there screams that deafone
a female demon lands infront of this vengfull warrior and dubs thee
(demon leader)"You're the guard of the dead ones,
In the night I'll find you to drink your blood,
You're the Dead night's fresh meat in my arms,
The dead by night's close by"
TO BE CONTINUED HAHAHAHAHA
~Dusty
 
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