A cry sounds out as millions follow
The cry of a trumpet, a prelude to war
Some to the sky, some to the water

The mass it grows larger and larger

Come on children from the underground surface

Each bearing a mark on your breast
Follow in your master's footsteps
Wage a war against all blessed


As their masses grow, the battle draws near
Thunder and rain doth descend

War spawned in the seeds of fear
Each with a life to defend


Two powers collide as the world stops
The outcome my son is the end
The battle is done, and no one has one

Darkness visible.