We know war it's with us since
the beginning of time
coming and going with the tide.
Rebelion rose in our hearts
but fires burned cities and souls
to ashes all gone just like that
with a snap of a finger
cause we allowed it so and
we built up walls like it would
stop anything.
There was a time so long ago
before the angels fell
before the rivers turned black
before the songs of the woodland
fey folk were gone and greed did not
blind our hearts.
Why do we let those false gods
seek the monsters that we fear the most
and chase the nightmares that haunt
our silent dreams?