Petty Kingdoms - EA, CBM 1.83, 6 players - Finished

[Squirrelloid]

Lo! Ladies of valor // lead the charge
In thick of blades // with barèd steel
To smite the brave // and choose the slain
And deliver all // to death's door.
Yet few who fell // will welcome find,
For but little might // can Mictlan boast;
Pity the unchosen // unwanted above
Hurlèd headlong // through Hela's door;
Demons they praised, // paradise denied,
Torpid to lie // beneath the Tree
and gnaw the roots.

------------------> Lo! Never afraid
Are Odin's girls, // glad at heart
Amidst the slaughter. // Stay not the sword
But fell the foes // who offend the Gods
with divine justice. // Deliver the valiant
To Glasir's Hall // whence harken heroes
With wish fulfilled. // Fair war-maidens,
Death's solace, // ravens steel-clad,
Merciful bearers // of mead and men,
Your spears strike // sound and true;
A fear in the foe // sets them to flee
In ragged rout, // no remorse in chase,
And piled the dead // at dusk's caress
Reach to the stars.


TLDR / Translation: I accidentally the whole Mictlan army