Pikemen کے بول

A legion of pikemen forged a wall of fearsome dread Where enemies would fall and their horses lay dead Their pikes the thorns on the stalk of the kingdom's rose Defending the castle of the land where no mercy shall ever grow A terrifying phalanx, a sign of certain death With steel-tipped pikes that seek to steal the foe's final breath Green fields of hallowed battle countless rows of dragons’ teeth An unyielding shield, steel wall upon the heath Pikes tightly packed like wheat in a field so flat Like the spines of a hedgehog's back Wooden shafts poised to attack Cavaliers cower in fear Marching towards a forest of spears Highly trained horses bray and rear As a sea of spikes draws near Beneath the bannered skies where battle songs are sung They form an iron wall and coax you to your death Hear battle's harshest hymn where steel collides with flesh Now face the dragon's breath, the heat of a kingdom's rage