| THE GODS OF WAR |
| A century of discontent the wrath of the gods of war coming to slay all their foes stripping their land to its very core lighting of a match and torching the place engulfing and devouring its ways climbing, the fire grows higher for each and every one they slay the preacher he comes to save the land but not a superhero be him its hopeless and hes powerless to do anything the fate of this place looking grim and the sudden war cries heard from far long off in the sunset An army coming to their rescue and aid but dont get your hopes up yet theres a battle going on between good and evil and evil is a very strong foe they must be shrewd and quickly do the only thing of which they know They take them out one by one as a trumpet plays sorrowfully loud they stand in a prose so full of it they have killed and they are proud how sick and twisted of a dream to want to slay those in war The hues of blood stains their hands For now and evermore |