Sacrifices made,
The price of blood in full,
Following His Will.

Bastard Sword in hand,
Lord Sartan's blessings rage,
Victory assured.

Everyone else failed,
Mhaldor did what they could not,
Onwards we had marched.

Demons fell by scores,
His Avatar led the way,
As fire blazed through hell.

Amidst the battle,
Screaming cries echo the skies,
Foes tremble and fell.

The Demon Spall cried,
As reinforcements approached,
From all directions.

We fought with fervor,
Regardless of the numbers.
By His Will we slay.

He could not escape,
Despite his pleas no one came,
The Avatar chased.

As the fire raged,
The army followed behind,
Breaking through the lines.

No more could he run,
His fate ordained by our Lord,
The Demon was slain.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Lupar, in the year 923 AF.