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?