Opening with Music: Dawn of Battle

This is again the opening of my ongoing story. Nothing has been added or taken away. A friend suggested a "multi-media experience" when I mentioned I often listen to music when writing. After some searching I managed to find this track that - in my head - plays along very well to the text. It gives an idea of the mood I was going for - or maybe of what is to come. I'll let the opus speak for itself. Take your time reading as the piece is a bit longer than you'd need.
I hope it also captures your imagination. To my muse-ic.

Wisps of mist hung low over the treetops as Joana stepped outside her tent and surveyed the scene that panned out before her. The sun had just risen above the horizon ahead casting its first rays on her face. The golden glare made her squint. It also glittered off countless sharp points of steel. There was still a chill in the morning breeze that made her shiver despite the heavy cloak. Around her the camp was already awake with activity despite the early hour. Several great beasts were being harnessed up before the bulky siege engines. Their grunts and snarls could be heard at a distance. She could hear orders being shouted. But outside the borders of the camp a deep quiet reigned. Much quieter than you would expect at dawn at the edge of the forest. This morning the birds did not sing and even the leaves on the trees seemed not to rustle despite the breeze that moved them. The world around her seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.
Vucara had appeared at her side without making a sound as was her habit. She was already wearing her battle gear and was looking up at Joana questioningly. Their eyes met and there was understanding without words.
"It is time", Vucara said simply.
Joana nodded still deep in thought. Let the world hold its breath, she mused, today is the first day of my vengeance.