|Posted on June 1, 2009 at 2:05 AM|
Behold the kings of might and menace, raised a legion without clemence
A titan now, that rides abroad, shall draw the lust of iron sword
Before you now the earth will shake, as lords of men send forth their quake
A testimone to all in vain, behold the storm before the rain.
To count and quiver at the might of man, a terrible fight of blood and flame;
Will erupt from evil—amight a war—of pure scorn
Shall engulf the world afar; sunken earth shall draw a scar
That will lie forever more, when those who lived and those who saw
Are found once more amoung the dead; whom will recite the gods of men
Who sought for glory but never lived to see the day, when all was lost and death should pay.
The lost will wander, strangers now; those who lived through the reddest cloud
Will stumble down the road anew to a land of fewer moon
Who will think of those who died; who will pray upon their lives?
The dead are lost, the kings are gone and those who lived are shadows torn...