Blood starts dripping'
From the warrior's wound
Seeps like sewage
Beneath the room
Deep in the abode,
White fades to red
Battling emancipation
Seems undeviating
Grounds we can't triumph
Like he once said
Over the hate
In our enemy's head
Profound in grime upon the drivel we've devoured
Whilst progressively warriors awake in Heaven's cradle
The storm is blowing like a tempest
In the frightening desolated lands
Where the wolves are insane
And hawks feast on bloody hands
Bullets flying, children dying, mothers crying
While the beasts are lying and hiding
Behind black veils
Too many hearts frozen numb from fears
Of hope too distant, like skylight chandeliers
Wounded souls soaked in blotched black fate
Disillusioned by dark demons' fate
Over the hate
In our enemy's head
Persistent nightmares
Screeching fervently
Tightening ravish pain
Permeates the air
Bright radiant flash
Scorches the cloudless horizon