Still beaten soul and furious heart, blood lust for ages and cold steel hand.
Death to the righteous but honor the fallen, price is pain and reward never-ending.
Rivers of blood and loss of will, bodies to bury and children to do it.
Reaper came knocking and left well trodden, darkness came and stayed till the end.
Barren earth became red and sky became black, fumes of burnt flesh and souls not at rest.
This is war, this is hate, and bodies like land mines to the mind litter this land, from hatred
Of difference that we misunderstand, wisdom came not and will never yet.
