Mortal are the armies of man
   for what we knowest he shallt never understand
   As a pawn he shallt be sacrificed
   Led by his master, encouraged by lies
   Proud as a knight he shan't stand aside
   Despite his vigour he finally dies
   For as much as he believe
   He shallt be deceived
   The lives of the lost
   Are a tribute to mortality
  
   Where no outside enemies exists
   Man finds enemies within his own kind
   Empires and kingdoms rise and fall
   Each on a bloody tide of battle and destruction