Heralds of Strife

The morning-star, the giver of light watching over the eagle full of anger, as the eagle struggles to defend its terra firma Hovering with its fragile wings frail, but full of zeal without the light visible shadowless The eagle found himself once again lost in the dark, fighting to stay afloat clouds high above his head beyond canyons and mountains blown away in a unexpected gust of wind, threatened to tear him off the sky his wings ripped from his back in the madness of the storm toward the depths of the ocean, mouth of the earth seeking to devour him behold, the bloodthirsty plunderers laid, lurking for the lost eagle, their hunger resounded in the deepest reaches of his consciousness, prodding, revolving and turning exhaustion creeping in like a black mist Throw out the burning anger unleash it upon them avenge the mother's soil destroy them fearlessly trample them! even though they have turned to ashes A vanquisher in front of us a bright spot on the horizon, a crack of lightning lit up the sky in triumph hidden between a gloomy sky

A hundred man-at-arms stand with their ordnance held high waiting on the hill beneath a murky sky eyes like crackling fire full of detestation, yearning for sovereignty The hatred towards invaders washed over them, as the darkness covered their home from the day as the night fell An apocalypse shall arrive and cleanse our land, the day of reckoning, as vengeance arise against the merauder, the plunderer The archaic light will sparkle on the dark edge of the sky a cold flame within us will set their blood ablaze the spear of fate in the hands of their spirits Children of the eagle, again your time shall come a shimmering dawn shall finally take over

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Black clouds gather to cover the veil amidst the call of the howling wind and thunders breaking the silence blowing the last trumpet of the universe The woods clenched its fist as the knight held its soil in his hands standing as if to challenge the sky with the look of vengeance in his eyes Born with a heart of steel leave no retreat, determined to defend his soil undaunted, his soul hit against them a sense of devotion overcame the painful groan from his wounds Upon the valley, the struggle for honor the hills and cliffs rumbled as if called out his name a guerilla warfare merged into the dark Then there remained the white bones telling the past traveler, "There was a battle here. And I died here."

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

A warrior stood on the ancient rocks of the river, where the kinsmen before him were eliminated, where the native land sobbed in agony, and the sounds roared a sign of endless anguish The roamer climbed a steep cliff that was once a place for contemplation a place of dwelling and self-reflection on the harrowing agony he had lived He could not ally, nor could he fight he was only a stranger, a solitary mourner, he could only burn with revenge, and enlighten the raging spirit seeking for vengeance The top of the cliff be his witness, as he wrote those words of struggle, the word he used as weapons for knights, against the merauders. Strokes of his pen, for the mother's soil, who greeted him warmly, who gave him new breaths of hope, the wind, and the sounds of the universe, rejoice with delight and the will to fight He made his move as he finished with conviction engraved in his soul, to push forward the fights for they shall free the native land off her shackles

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Once upon a time, the chosen soul roared with burning iron, wrapped in anger, with the rage of deadly soul, heading into the bloodshed with honour In faithful memory of our proud native soil who was once almost fallen standing against invaders The ground burned, the grove was dead the furious, filled with hatred they are set to fiery revenge living in sovereignity, not as slaves Faithful as a brotherhood the strength of the blood drives us forward to protect the land our own way when the storms come hitting rough and hard Like a shadow in the night we will rise to judge, not to forgive our hope stand firmly, against every dominion plague as a child of mother's soil, hard as steel let's charge for the last time

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

In the sunken fields once exuberant the sky, darkening and dreary, fails to rupture the s lence, with blooming grassfield untouched the bowing trees far away that span to the horizon, a clear horizon with the solar glow Fields of teaks as far as eyes can see thousands upon thousands standing tall unwavering, in the warming sunlight There are giant of an age long past outraged, full of fury breathing inferno from their mouths they spat shells of explosive death killing thousands that stood in their path tearing down mother nature's blessings The giants have been put to silence buried with bodies long lost locked in eternal slumber, they lay dormant soaked in blood of the past keeping their immemorials with them

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Heavy steps of men, boiling with conviction slowly they moved through the woods with the will to fight engraved in their minds bodies that seemed too weak, completely covered in burning devotion Rows of reeds looking down singing the hymns to them as the universe hailed them with infinite regard As the end of the journey was claimed, as the hill stood proudly before them, as though it was unreachable, indestructible, as though it was invincible Wrath boiled within them, as they glorify the giant and memories of the past, flashed before their eyes the mighty giant, they must reach, and so they shall reclaim The ringing of bullets heard from afar, welcoming their ambush, but with their spirit, they overcame everything. The hill had been reached, the mighty giant, looking like it was bowing, before the sons of the motherland, with a tinge of remaining sadness For whoever so wished to be one with the giant would not be one without pain but they reached what they had hoped for and embraced the giant, they did ready to become one One of the man broke his silence "Look! feel... inhale this very scent of spirit! for that giant before you is our final place where we shall be one with the motherland

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025