“Red stones stacked upon stone and bone, ever high,
A crimson wall adorned by self-same banners, firmament wide,
Not one foes foot shall be set inside, proclamation spoken.

For friends hidden, respite from pikes, expectation writ in stone.
But heavy metal laden, by dragon, troll or fiend,
The burdened beast this way march, thunder steps and ocean churn,
As tormented titan topple and mountain fall.

The acophony call all those duty-bound,
To the slaughterhouse.”

Red Stones.