The Ballade of Al Asad

I make a life and earn my pay, Within the darkness of the night, Among the stench of death’s decay From killing those who dare to fight, For this I shall take nodelight, Their bloodwill rest upon my hands, A show of force to prove our might, While bringing death to foreign lands. The evening sky is dark and grey, The desert sand is shining white, The troops appear in vast array, But death to them I’ll soon invite, It’s not for hate or be it spite, Their blood will mix amongst the sands, But saying such is getting trite, While bringing death to foreign lands. I watch the pending disarray, As bombs reign down from high in flight, The sand dunes and the valleys sway, As armaments and bombs ignite, A truly horrid, hellish sight, Is carried out on my commands, I shall not gloat, nor speak contrite, While bringing death to foreign lands. Continued war I’ll wage despite, The weight of duty’s harsh demands, For this is just a soldier’s plight, While bringing death to foreign lands. (This is my first attempt at a Ballade. These are much more popular in French due to the difficult rhyme scheme. There's only three rhyme groups used repeatedly throughout the eight line/eight sylabble stanzas with the four line envoy using two of these rhyme groups as well. Makes it rather difficult when you need 13 other words that rhyme with Fight...)