Have you danced the dance of death?
Swung your sword to cleave,
To end the heart-beat of your foe,
To hear him breathe his final breath?
To cause the soul to leave,
Is not a pleasant thing to know.
What folly 'tis, ending a person, ere their end is nigh.
Would you be a warrior, in war? don't try.
To face your opponent,
And know your choices thus:
To cause his death, or else to die.
Their Legions to the front,
You realise; its them or us.
Start chanting the battle chant, it begins.
Chaos, death and pity is this battle brings.
Is that man freind or foe?
Until you look him in the eye
You cannot know,
Then on his lips a word forms: die.
His blade flashes,
Send it asunder!
Return the blow, His shield rings.
Now look, he slashes,
Watch for his blunder.
Then in his fatal error, his fatality you'll savour, as if 'twere victory.
Then, him bleeding fleeing blood, you'll be
Standing in the midst of the din,
When you discover, though your life prevails;
This isn't winning. You have not won, but he