From the battlefield you can smell the blood Burnings of flash from sparks from steel Screams are gone and there is a flood Of silence with rain Bodies cover mud. This is just a feast for crows!! Bodies scattered all around buried in the bloody ground Vultures gather around the corps NOW THERE IS A FEAST FOR CROWS!! The river of blood spreads across the fields along with spears and broken shields many lie down with pierced hearts vultures take away the remaining parts. the battle is over and no one is alive to tell the story of how to survive. Only a bloody field remains no one else to extend the genes. This is just a feast for crows! This is just a feast for CROWS AND WORMS!!