Crept in sinister and foreboding Announcing their warnings in silent contrails of clotted red Though the signs were not heeded The impending extinction civilization was to face From this reality humans turned their eyes away
The war was soon in coming The blood parasites set their war machines humming Singing songs of death and gold coins Rubbing their hands with mad glee As death profiteers cackled and rejoiced Veiled widows sobbed quietly resigned and forlorn
Black strangling stench of rotting bodies and lies The look of defeat in helpless glazed eyes Tears running down accepting streaked faces The sounds of fadingΒ souls and lost dreams The screams of the dying lessened and eventually ceased
When Crimson skies in the morning Crept in sinister and foreboding