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And as he looked upon the sky, 
his mind wondering why 
All these warriors had to die, 
he just let out a deep, heavy sigh 
 
Remembering what his father said, 
as he glanced over the sea of dead 
Heavily, he lowered his head, 
and a prayer for their souls he read 
 
Another village for his master won, 
all these tears for his master's fun 
Dark smoke swallowing up the evening sun, 
regretting the words 'thy will be done' 
 
To a hero's welcome he sets off on his steed, 
and his army follows, drowning in greed 
His king will be happy, but his soul will bleed, 
for this is an army laced with an evil seed

Warrior's Regret