The winds never flew with distorted wings nor feared the crow's caw echoing in the twilight till proud Man came...
...The Seas drown themselves with the ale from their bile feasting flesh upon flesh as a ravaged lady mourns for her daughters and sons were fed to the fire Tomorrow is losing into a fade and windows will never see a sunrise again nor a flower's bloom with joy and the only red left in this world is the blood that paints the streets of a narcissistic ideology that manipulates every breath in this plane Soon on that horizon behind the mountains of men the skies will bleed and gray clouds will fear the shadows of uncertainty...