Phalanx Inferna
The sun stood hot over the battlefield,
it was the year 1366.
A phalanx from hades had yet invaded
and the last battalion prepared for counterattack.
Burning arrows penetrated the whirring heat
and arms drenched in blood craved for revenge.
Bestial screams even resounded from snowy mountains at the far horizon and were only drowned out by the thunderous stamping of this marching crowd.
Crossbows were bend, lances were levelled, to hail down on the cohorts of death.
Hindsights were closed, cannons were loaded, to blast down the army of hate,
to prevent the threatening conquest and not to be trapped into slavery.
Battle axes were sparkling in the sun light,
craving for chopping some flesh,
effusing a shine of forthcoming decease.
Cannons were thundering, gun emplacements positioned,
to support the vanguard on its advance.
Troops of riders were encircling the enemy, a blood curdling thriller was to be launched.
Thousands of soldiers were murdered.
They died for a disgraceful master.
Their blood would quench the thirst of the triumphant horde of evil and would strengthen their pride to rule forever.
Falanje Infernal
El sol ardía sobre el campo de batalla,
era el año 1366.
Una falange del hades aún no había invadido
y el último batallón se preparaba para el contraataque.
Flechas ardientes penetraban el calor zumbante
y brazos empapados en sangre ansiaban venganza.
Gritos bestiales resonaban incluso desde las montañas nevadas en el lejano horizonte y solo eran ahogados por el estruendoso pisoteo de esta multitud marchante.
Ballestas se tensaban, lanzas se nivelaban, para caer sobre las cohortes de la muerte.
Las miras estaban cerradas, los cañones cargados, para hacer estallar al ejército del odio,
para evitar la amenazante conquista y no caer en la esclavitud.
Hachas de batalla brillaban a la luz del sol,
ansiando cortar algo de carne,
desprendiendo un brillo de muerte inminente.
Cañones retumbaban, emplazamientos de armas posicionados,
para apoyar a la vanguardia en su avance.
Tropas de jinetes rodeaban al enemigo, un escalofriante thriller iba a ser lanzado.
Miles de soldados fueron asesinados.
Morían por un maestro vergonzoso.
Su sangre saciaría la sed de la horda triunfante del mal y fortalecería su orgullo para gobernar por siempre.