Through the thick of the forest
All the watchers stare intently
As sandals, armor and banners
Move slowly and loudly there
The empire has a solid frontier
Civilization and the wild lands
Here two worlds will collide
Such a swift flood of violence
It is a continuing catastrophe
With the blood as a sacrifice
Offered up to the silent gods
Who seem to desire death
Of all of the humans alive
Like winter ice, it is thick
The sorrow is useless
Waves of pain, of cold
Watching the slaughter
Upon the false altars
Makes anyone sick
To see the waste
To see the loss
