[NYCSPITZ]

Sun rays drown the rolling hills as sunrays creep on our eyes
An army of kleos, coiled - extolling slaughter as the meaning of life
creed of the wise, step back 'n feel the force of the heat in his eyes
The outnumbered general, calm in his tent planning the heathen demise.
enemy cavalry was fast...and yet they could be slowed down how?
none the matter - all of the fools were on low ground now
using night's cloak, they set up for slaying cowards galore
Three thousand strong, overpowering eighty thousand or more
a Roman unit, many left family discreetly ignored -
...some men are only redeemed by the meaning of war
death in battle - the highest death a man could hope to obtain
Soldiers ready. Soldiers thirsting for blood and soldiers deranged
The roman general raised his arm, flashing the most secret of codes
...and flamed arrows rained death upon the heathens below
They were a people of mercy, no need to be recklessly violent.
As the first arrows landed a lookout screamed, breaking the deafening silence