Comments about John Wilken
Weapons drawn to trumpets sound
ten thousand men hit the ground.
long time coming, but in a flash
gleaming steel, metal clash.
crys of anger, crys of pain
man to man, another slain.
widows weep, priest are praying
souls are taken, death does reign.
hostil beast trample the earth
warrior to warrior, prove there worth.
once again trumpets sound
fallen dead, blooded ground.
silence is heard cept one sound.
the earth, she cries
for her blood stained gown.