Remembering the Ancient Wars

As long as life's fire has been burning - entangled in
 the elements of whatever shape, sentient or
 non-sentient, inhabiting whatever dimension - its
 shady counterpart death has lured the living into
 despair, bringing them disease, disaster? war! And as
 long as life can be found, battles will be fought.
 If not on earth, then perhaps in the sky above the
 clouds, beyond the stars, beyond our universe, in
 heaven or in hell.
 And whoever take part in the slaughter: ancient gods,
 alien races, human beings, or even the smallest of
 creatures, they will fight guided by the past: a past
 painted red with bloodshed.
 Some things will never go away, as if being burned
 into the frail skin of remembrance.
 And they will haunt your mind as often as they can.
 All of those sacred memories have distinct tastes and
 pains and they remind you of the times of a past now
 in slumber: times of victory.
 And these thoughts and collectively inherited visions
 form the remembrance of war.
 In the back of my aching raw throat I taste the dried
 blood that had slowly seeped out of the gaping wounds
 of all those pagan children that bravely died in war
 fighting for their empire? and mine.
 Although they died in great pain, their skills and
 honour still live on.
 In the far corners of my head I can find the
 penetrating screams that were violently cast into the
 weeping ice cold winter winds that randomly ran
 through these fields of Death and Armageddon and froze
 the faces of our dying warriors, and bathed the piles
 of skulls in beds of blinding snow.
 But neither cold nor heat could stop us from our
 mission of domination.
 In my chest there is the excruciating pain inflicted
 by the spears and swords of the weakened and defeated
 enemy forces.
 Oh how they had cast themselves into the open arms of
 Death, into a battle destined to be lost.
 But those fools need not to be pityed for their
 deaths, but for their lives.
 And now, at this day and age, I still hold the flag of
 our regained empire firmly in my hands.
 And it will wave for all eternity.