The Ballad of the Bloody Rouge.

Children gather round the fire
And you shall hear a tale,
Of two great armies clashing swords
And which one would prevail.
The War was fought so long ago
Its all but been forgot
But i recall as clear as day
The battle I saw fought....

For War is a terrible thing, my son,
And honor's price is high
But young men rarely think such things
When they hear the battle's cry

Two great armies facing off
Each with a point to prove
On one side Knights of Cauldron's Black
Against The Bloody Rouge
Both armies had marched through the night
Till face to face they'd come
Then both armies had to wait
For the rising of the sun

For War is a terrible thing, my son,
And honor's price is high
But young men rarely think such things
When they hear the battle's cry

In a skillful Knight called Lucien
The Rouge did place their trust
He claimed he knew they would not fail
Because their cause was just
Shiaten led the Cauldron Black
He was both strong and brave
On a banner flew his motto
"Victory or the Grave"

For War is a terrible thing, my son,
And honor's price is high
But young men rarely think such things
When they hear the battle's cry

Then the Knights of the Bloody Rouge
Faced the Knights of the Cauldron's Black
Once the battle had begun
There'd be no turning back
The Sun came up, the war began
They fought with all their might
Both armies battled through that day
And well into the night

For War is a terrible thing, my son,
And honor's price is high
But young men rarely think such things
When they hear the battle's cry

In the morn, the sun arose
And one thing became plain
Though two great armies started out
Just two men did remain
Lucien and Shiaten
Had both remained alive
And they were fighting valiantly
Just trying to survive

For War is a terrible thing, my son,
And honor's price is high
But young men rarely think such things
When they hear the battle's cry

Though both men had fought fiercely
One man had to win
Lucien swung, and then struck off
The Head of Shiaten
Then Lucien cast aside his sword
And breathed his final breath
On the field next to his foe
He died a Hero's death

For glory's road is rocky
The path is stained blood red
but fame and fortune matter not
When the Victor ends up dead!!