Hero's Struggle

Slowly through the field I walk,
The creeping hand of Death doth stalk..
The smell of battle doth fill my nose,
The blood of the enemy stains my clothes.
Quickly through the field I run, 
All my fears I must shun.
My hunger for adventure I have swiftly fed,
No time to think that I may soon be dead.
Amidst the struggle and toil of war,
With my fight Victory shall open her door.
I strive with all mine strength to reach that hill,
Yet the struggle becomes harder still.
The glory of battle shines,
Through the souls of soldiers mine.
Over this soil so cherished,
I soon was struck and perished.
I have fought for the surfs, the lords alike,
For their defense I was ready to strike.
I tried my utmost to prevent defeat,
But now I am wrapped in blood-drenched sheets.

I have fought the hero's battle,
Died the hero's death.

I have fought, battled, stood by,
Until death I hath kept the banner high.
Motionless in the field I lay,
For centuries here I shall stay.
For my people I hath given my life,
And lost it in this glorious strife.