Drops of water
Gathering in armies
They rush tonight
To wash away the blood

Deeply red skies
Got darker in the mist
Of the dying men
That bleed away their souls

Ghostly visions
Of doom in his brain
Counting latent bodies
Of his brothers

What have they done?
The gods are mad…
Before I drew the sword
They promised heavens

My brothers drowned in death
The enemies are quiet now
My mercenary soul
Has satisfied their needs

Drenched in my water
Life is fading soundless
Away with my brothers
I’m learning peace again.