When on the battle field eyes are filled with blood.
The Battle field is covered red in a instant.
In one terrible red flood.
It doesn't matter, close or distant
all strive to kill.
Even though they drive on,
with one determined will.
Piercers, cuts, and all the stabs,
Everyone will bleed
The war doesn't give you time for dabs,
In the end its hard to know you succeed.
Friends are lost, in ablink of an eye,
Many all around.
Most of the warriors will all die.
The blood probably weighing a pound.