It is done.

The battle is loud, the tears are heard;

White are the faces, red is the bone

People running from themselves.

Black is our world, man is alone

The calm before the storm, legions will fight

A call to arms for the men and all their might.

Warriors, wizards and saints have come

The fight is near, men cannot wait.

Masters of machine, fortified the land

What we did is done, ready for fate

Black and red is the world, home we call

The valley is the place to end it all.

Mountains are gone, rivers are dried

Death and destruction have had their tole

Dark is the day like the deep night

Man is no longer master of land

Time has faded, life does not cry

Tears in the water, How will I die?