So sounded our call to the fire, which now fed the deathly sky with smoke.
As the sun began to creep over the plains and the mountains, the brotherhood had broken fast and were gathering in the Silver Quarters.
The Golden Heads closed in and the Emerald Eye came into focus.
Dante was. 
I’d try to write another line but i have little idea how to follow that one up.
- After the priests had premeditated our victory, we killed the prisoners according to the custom, offered their souls to the Sun-Soul and as the Sun showed its face, we mounted the beasts.
I first had us kill and offer the priests, but realized there still was the confusing situation that we are going, riding on something, to a battle in apparently rough terrain, but have with us a trail of prisoners.
possibly, go back to Filmsnobs last line and work from there.
We contemplated whether to sell the rest of them or keep some of the women for ourselves.
The decision was made quickly and we were able to bestow honor and virtue on two girls of impeccable breed.
They clung to us, their fear of us overshadowed by the thought of remaining in their miserable state.
And with the chorus of lamentations behind us we continued forward hard hearted.
A Foreboding Thunderstorm called us to our appointed Route.
As lightning struck and took the life of a man and his horse, the word of the God rattled our bones.
Well we saw them as they entered the horizons deadly chord.
They went up in flames and appeared once more, larger to the eye.
Now they came running, with their spears ahead, horsed and deadly.
Many of us fell. The winter came to the heart of some and now
food was sparse.
A farm was robbed and the peasants were honored with mercy.
Our morale which had sunken began to lift with beer.
Outward on the ashen path of dusk the drunk wore out.
We knew our purpose lay bare to the heart but hidden to the eye.
The darkness gathered and we passed into an intermediate realm of time there-in.
Many of us had awoken, disturbed by the feral sirens of past hours.
Awoken too by our disconcerting fluttering of destiny, destiny to fill the space in the moonless sky.
Entranced by the stellar wind reflected off our eyes, no sleep, but dreams rather still.
Our fears thrown off into the outer veil, day break said goodbye to the restful, restless night.
One of the slave-women came toward me and was stopped by a guard.
He caught her by the neck, delicate like a swans, and smiled at her gasp.
I had him bring her to me and force her to her knees and let go.
When the guard was gone she looked up from the dusty soil and met my eye.
Her irises were turqouise but violent, the mark of a master-race.
She was not from this wilderness, I asked her her family tree.
Defiantly she stared and spat, not in my face for she valued her life
but on the ground and looked up and waited.
So I said fuck it and went to get a beer.
Um Smears, please go shit elsewhere.
[edit] well - let’s say this is your attempt at Epic lyricism… I suppose we can work around it.