Amidst the shadows, the warriors stand tall,
Their hearts echoing the call of the fight.
Courage intertwined with fear of the fall,
Under the blood-red, moonlit night.

The cannons roar, the ground shakes beneath,
A symphony of chaos, where dreams are torn.
In fields of valor, where the brave now seethe,
Lives are woven into a tapestry of scorn.

For honor and country, they march through fire,
The cries of the fallen like whispers of ghosts.
Each step a testament to a burning desire,
To defend the land they cherish the most.

When dawn breaks over the silent plain,
The echoes of battle slowly fade away.
Yet the scars remain, etched deep in the vein,
Of those who survived and those who lay.