Here comes the countdown.
5...
The blades clang.
The battle leaves no one alive.
5...
4...
Death does not discriminate,
Not between the rich nor the poor.
5...
4...
3...
The ghostly silence echos through the trees.
5...
4...
3...
2....
There's no one left to mourn for you.
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
All of this will be forgotten with the rising sun.