The final battle

The evil armies were at the gatehouse,
Nordic barbarians and massive dragons.
Impressive troops of roaring warriors.
Dwarves coming from the Burning Mountains.

Bludgeon strokes and double axes,
Sharp daggers and heavy swords
And the fearsome dragon's fire.
Terrifying hordes armed to their teeth.

Behind crenulated walls,
The green elves from Bocelia,
The loyal Silvercross army
And the magician Astrabal.

Archers in narrow loopholes.
Soldiers with forked poles,
Fire pots filled with burning tar,
Scalding water and burning sand.

At the Siege of the stronghold
They were waiting for a sign,
The eclipse of the holy moon,
To attack in the darkest of nights.

At the stroke of midnight,
A frightening howling could be heard
All around the fortified walls
The fierce battle could begin!!!

There was no moat to protect
The castle against the huge siege engines.
The Imptacar advanced
Massive machinery
To destroy the strong gates.

They are waiting for the sign
An eclipse of the holy moon.
To attack in the darkest of nights.
An eclipse of the holy moon,
In the darkest of nights.

A myriad of arrows rained down
On the gigantic attackers
While the courageous soldiers pushed off the ladders
and dropped rocks.

Redoubtable warriors mounted on dragons
Started flying above the frightened defenders
Some of them were burned alive.
Smell of scorched human flesh.
Signs of despair and terror
A general panic.

To counter these violent attacks,
Astrabal threw a huge fireball
That reached the head of a dragon,
Killing him straight away.

In the meantime,
A mysterious army
Furiously attacked the invaders.
Dreadful skeletons
Had been brought back to life
By an ancient spell.

Armed by rusted swords and axes
Protected by old worn shields
They were invincible and powerful
Thanks to the mighty magic of the wizard.

They are waiting for the sign
An eclipse of the holy moon.
To attack in the darkest of nights.
An eclipse of the holy moon,
In the darkest of nights.

The battle ended up in a total carnage.
Blood and fire everywhere.

An eclipse of the holy moon
To attack in the darkest of nights
They were waiting for the Sign
An eclipse of the holy moon
In the darkest of nights.

Spurts of dark red blood
Torn off limbs flying
Dismemberment and decapitation
Pieces of corpses all around.

The castle got annihilated.
Only a few survived the battle.
All clans and species destroyed.
Only Death being triumphant.