Battle At The Gates Of Glory

The sun will not shine on this brutally cold day,
To give us hope from our sealed fate.
We stand in unison suited and ready at enemy gate.
Frozen steel, ripe to taste the blood for now is sheathed in wait.
With words of attack etched upon soldier's mind,
When out of nowhere enemies outflank us from behind.
Turning the rank now facing both sides,
Thousands of eyes looking for a sign,
The next rapidly moving moments will somehow slowly unwind.
There will be no rain,
To wash all this blood and death away.
Holding up the commanding sword that'll never sway,
Signals actions to bring death to meet with enemy.
Shouts from front to back this is for glory.