That Which is Placid is Not Vacant

Fantasy.

Fire rising through the trees
Onward over icy silver mountains high
Smite your foes and raise the banner
The land is yours to salvage from the invaders
Eyes burning with a rage for the fallen
Justice will rain upon the desolate waste
Wounded and scarred by the tyrants of night
Ever slashing opposition in this age of woe
Swing the angelic blade upon the auburn plains
Ice descending from the clouds of black
Suffering, screaming, but never dying
Voices calling on the horizon red
Courage and hope aflame in your heart
Away you will fly with the blade in the sky
The beasts of the Nether will all fight in vain
Serpents of water arise from the depths
Horrific silhouettes of titans in the fog
Your size will mean nothing when your sword crashes down
Nothing will diminish the power you possess
Not lightning, not bleeding, not unholy shadow
Venture into caverns of creatures from long ago
Eyes that never close and minds that never sleep
You delve through the blackness in search of the light
A horror is creeping and coming for you
Subterranean lakes down in the deep
Placidity does not indicate vacancy
A battle that will shake the surface will unfold
And victory will echo on the ancient walls of rock