The Batte Of The Ancient Warrior-Ancient

Death herself had chosen me To let me watch that gruesome scene And she held me in her daunting hand Amazed by that macabre view, My heart begun to pulse Galvanized by horrors that I saw The battle was butchering and The hordes were rising against each other Saving nothing but death The dust was rising up in the sky, Dead bodies were lying on the ground, A deadly mass of fierce warriors fighting While the demons were prevailing On the sons of god They were tuning dirges saying: "DIE!!! Meaningless creatures, slaves of the light I will triumph for the the evil lives in me!" A veil of flames war covering the field The bloody battle reached it's end The ancient warriors got victory in hand The Battle of battles was won! Her Majesty, the wicked one, was staring at her enemy Thunderstrucks resounding once again The seven angels holding trumpets disappeared God left the field beaten as the earth started to shake... It was my dream!!!