At Hell's Gate

Little did we know, but it was all a trap. 2000 men, marching to victory. Waiting to be slaughtered.
As we marched closer to the unknown enemy stronghold the traps were sprung, spikes arose, boulders plummeted, the ground gave way, trees came crashing down. 1590 men were lost.

I though, didn't follow the commander's orders. When I saw the first trap, I knew it's gonna be the end of us. I took a left into the bushes and waited it out.

I couldn't save anyone, not even my best friends. I shed tears when I saw them, as a man I tried not to cry, but it was impossible, I knew them from the very start and I will avenge my brothers.