Roxanne de Guise - Ares

Before the first blade leaves its place, The fear is written on every face. And steel begins to answer steel again. The banners rise against the sky, While frightened men prepare to die. No one can know what dawn will bring, When war decides who will live. When wounded soldiers lose the fight, They call to Ares through the night. They beg for strength, they beg to stand, And place their fate into his hands. Fury, when the battlefield awakes, Fear runs deep through every heart, And mercy fades before the start. Broken shields lie on the ground, Victory carries no reward, And war leaves nothing worth the sword. The strongest fall beside the weak, While dying men can barely speak. The dust conceals the fallen names, As soldiers disappear in flames. Some return beneath the sun, Believing that the war is won. But every victory leaves a scar, That follows those who survived. When victors raise their swords above, They thank the god who feeds the blood. They praise his name beneath the sun, But never ask what war has done. Fury, when the battlefield awakes, Fear runs deep through every heart, And mercy fades before the start. Broken shields lie on the ground, Victory carries no reward, And war leaves nothing worth the sword. When all the weapons have grown cold, When every story has been told, The field remembers every name That no surviving voice can claim. The gods may watch from distant skies, While mortal blood is spilled below. The war still echoes in the mind. Fury, when the battlefield awakes, Fear runs deep through every heart, And mercy fades before the start. (Higher, wider and more intense.) Broken shields lie on the ground, Victory carries no reward, And war leaves nothing worth the sword. (Powerful sustained climax.) Fury, when the battle calls again, Fury rises with the men, Fury follows every scar, Fury is the heart of war. The battlefield grows quiet. The banners disappear. But the rage remains...