Battle Field

Battle field!

Battle field, battle field, battle field

Show signs of life and death……

Where always cover with black snow,

Remorseless story indicate the dread field.

It drinks the wine of red blood…

It needs the body whom it wants

There are the tussles prevent keeping silent,

When a bizarre situation happen no one think.

When the day retires from the field…

A reek origin there the devils come, look!

All the soldiers arouse from their slumber,

They run to destination keeping a dauntless heart.

Some feel they have no chance to return home,

But their faces have less hopes, may not happen it

So they sometimes shout as loud as they could,

But that sounds disappear in the battle field.