Amidst the march to battle, a soldier's grim tale,
"Don't you hear the cackle of thunder, so vile?
Being struck on his godforsaken earth we tread,
The flash of lightning, night's darkest dread."

With voices hushed, they heed his somber word,
As the Vexecious God of Thunder roared,
"Don't you see the heavens alight with wrath?
The tears of rain fall hard on our path."

Each step they take, a tremor in their soul,
In the shadow of war, where darkness takes its toll,
The Soldier's tale, a haunting, fateful verse,
As they march to confront a merciless curse.