Pray you now,
For evening has come,
The smell of blood,
The dying’s death drum.
The fires all piled high
The hulls all burning
Rest you worn heart.
For morning’s returning.
Pray you now,
For friends gone today,
Their souls set free,
Their ashes back to clay.
With sand and straw
In bricks their new form.
Our defenses they’ll be.
They demand us not mourn.
Pray you now,
Wipe away all the flesh.
Tend faithful weapons,
Keen edges made fresh.
With broth and bread,
Your wounds restrained.
Your losses subside,
The mourning contained.
Pray you now,
For light soon returns.
The lines will be forming,
The slick ground churned.
So gather your blades,
And lash to your spear.
With rays of fury,
The morning draws near.
Pray you now,
Never sacrifice the chance.
You have but one try,
In this deadly dance.
War with it now.
The outcome certain.
With blinding resolve,
