Dark mist and ****** fields,Β Β a smelly fragrance that the sword wields. No matter how sinful, unholy, human depravity is a whole new story. Every millenium we start anew, a new warfare or a few.
With every reincarnation there come troops that defend the nation. The Renaissance of mankind, the Epiphany of the Blind. With every tear, every cry, another send-off, another soul to fly.
Families hidden, children afraid, the only thing left is faith. One's belief shimmers in the sky, millions of stars sing a peaceful lullaby. No more bloodshed, less people on a deathbed.