The madness is rising
and the noose tightening,
death stinking in air
everything cold and unfair.

In this heap of corpses,
warrior lay broken
just the same as any craven.
Only one left, was a man...
Lies, tis was only a boy
who should have been playing with toys
but the war has taken toll
everyone played there role.

Armies of thousands descended on plain
to ****, pillage, destroy and raid
but there were no gain
That day sun didn't shine, there was only shade


From this eternal night,
when nothing was right.
A boy conquered deadly ring
Stepping upon every warrior, Knight and King
He is natural calamity grown
Night born, Night born
Night born.....