The Song of War
The song of war plays around me, the constant drone of weapon on weapon, the screams of man and beast as they are cut apart, ah how the song of war makes my heart sing. The wind adds its song to the one that roars around me, it moans and sweeps around us as we struggle. The pelting rain adds its own tune upon my armour as I stand waiting and watching, the banner of Sigmar snaps and cracks behind me adding another beat to the song.
A new note is added to the song, a horn blares over us, almost drowning out the mantra of war; the remaining men surge forward adding their voices to the song.
The rain comes in waves, driving sheets that threaten to drown out the song I so love to hear, I march in time with the beat of war, my hammer smashing down foe after foe ending their part in the chorus of death and despair that is this day. Knights of Chaos come to me; armoured forms take up the sky. I swing, crushing one foul head, dark blood adds fresh colour to the washed out shades that paint the battle field. With each blow I end one part of the song but it does not take long for another to join in the wailing, screaming and clash of weapon upon weapon that make the song of war.
The sudden crash of cannons adds a deep and dangerous tone to the battle, Knights of Chaos explode in balls of fire, once part of the song and now part of the landscape, a wide grin claws its way over my face, ah how the song makes my soul dance to its wild rhythms as we of the Empire push this foul army back.
A rumble and grumble, thunder overhead and then the sudden flash of lightning, an image is etched into my eyes from the sudden brilliant light, man against Chaos captured forever in one frozen moment, each combatant highlighted in radiant detail. A man of the Empire staggers past as my eyes clear, one arm missing his scream is loud in my ears as his wound pumps blood in time with the song of war, reaching new levels of madness we make it to the final chorus for today’s act.
A great moan bubbles forth from the bloodied army of Chaos, is this the end of the song? I cast my eyes over the battle field, thick smoke billows here and there, pleas for help caress my ears. Ah but it seems the forces of Chaos no longer want to be part of this fine choir as they finally break and run, it does not matter for tomorrow I’m sure we will start to sing again as the rain continues to caress my skin washing away the stink of this day. Tomorrow we will start another melody, one that will rival today’s little refrain.