• A broad incision sits upon the evening call,
    the horizon red like their blood.
    A war that plagues the town, the fall,
    and the soldiers watch the setting sun.
    "A tyrant has come to rule our lands",
    says a father to his son.
    "Can I be burried here within mother's hands,
    when this war is gone, and I'm done?"

    But son, I swear upon my own grave,
    that you will not be burried so young.
    At the very end of this endless cave,
    is a war striving to be won.

    We are one with the wind on this battlefield.
    Strive ahead, youth, and fight. We can win this.
    Kill! Kill! Kill! That is what you must know.
    Death is our ally here.

    When the world is ending, and a tyrant rises to cause,
    It only takes but one man to spit in the face of God.
    Destroy the tyrant, and tell your God the sorrowful song.
    Go and tell him to whom this land really belongs.