The Cause

Another day at work Gone are my precious friends Images that will follow my nightmares, oh how many times shall I slaughter them again? Maybe this is a reoccurring dream? Either way, I know blood will continue to spill, Dream or not, my sword and armor has served me well If I only could remember the cause I was fighting for? I felt rhythm in my sword As I look down, I cannot see one blade of grass, Only a sea of blood with man and beast pinned to the ground The castle gates have not been breached, I guess we won? The smell of death is always the same, intestines pierced, Burnt flesh hot oil and pitch, always the same If I could only remember the cause? Oh well I'm sure it must be a good one