An outright war
Rage in our lands
As nations collide

For reign and might
Cities set ablaze
By torches at night

Bodies torn by plagues,
Left to rot
Vultures drawing near

In the mountains at night
Wolves howl


Red moon falls on the horizon

Towards the beckoning end

And the wait for redemption at hand
Harvest of dead seeds
Burning crops of disease

Barren soil in the vast landscape
Burning sky
Falling from grace


Families in exile
Leaving broken homes

Plundered by marauders
In the search for gold
Cities set ablaze

By torches at night
Bodies torn by plagues
Left to rot

Doom descends upon our lands
Our outlook is bleak
Wastelands


Flowing with the moving wind
On a pathway to the sun

An incarnation of the icon
Transcend into the atmosphere