thunder of fire rumbles thru raging battles fought for mankind.
the dying lay restless yet frozen their forever is now, they have no more time.
The reaper covets the souls of the soon departed men.
When madness reigns will the carnage ever come to an end.
fighting for people we don't even know against men we don't even owe.
the costs are paid by the poor and weak, Why cant we understand?
this world is adrift, this life is suppose to be a gift from one generation to the next.
Do things really get better? Are we locked in the same cycle over and over.
Rich men fighting for more riches, Poor men Fighting for their souls
On a battlefield of broken dreams lost in the wreckage of history.
