A loaf of bread
A cup of win
Feast of the ******
So divine
Corpses rot
In open graves
Food for crows
The end of days
Hourglass broken
Times spilt sand
Famine and pestilence
Cover the land
The fires burn high
Mother Earth moans
Her children all dead
She's covered with their bones
Opens wounds
Never healed
Mothers last breath
Our doom sealed

I have a coffin full of memories
Love of death and morbid curiosities
Grave full of dirt and lifeless bones
Not cold or dark enough to be home
Pale and lifeless, limp and dead
Thoughts of eternal night fill my head

Our polite smiles
Are so easily fake
Our courteous words
Are hidden with hate
A warmest of welcomes
Couldn't be more wrong
A most cheerful refrain
From a long hated song
Won't you stay for dinner
We really wish you wouldn't
Won't you have another drink
We know you really shouldn't
Our warmest wises goodbye
Just another great lie
We hope you'll soon return
We much rather you die

A ballad composed
But never sung
A masterpiece painted
But never hung
A love confessed
But never returned
A lesson taught
But never learned
I feel no sympathy
For chances thrown away
I feel only apathy
Towards the coming day

The sun has set and darkness calls
Alone I walk down these empty halls
Silent speech on deaf ears falls
Surrounded by high built walls
The thing that shouldn't be has come
His very presence makes us numb
Speechless we're all struck dumb
To his rule we shall all succumb
The fires roar to the sky
Evil in every man's eye
Enemies all they must die
In the bed we made we lie
The waves crush upon the shore
Ever seeking evermore
Always out to settle the score
Never ready for what's in store
The temptation to give in
To every heedless mortal sin
To never loose but always win
To never stop but always begin
The master calls to his slave
Tells him to dig his own grave
Doesn't matter how much he gave
His soul just couldn't be saved
The temptress sings her siren song
Her nights are cold, lonely and long
Only looking for a man strong
But the love she gives is so wrong
The story ends where it began
As darkness rules and covers the land
It comes down to one last man
Will he cower or will he stand

Trudging through the fields of grey
Worn boots that have seen better days
Sword hanging from bloodied hand
Death spreads across the land
Crows circle around his head
They carry the voices of the dead
Sky grey with cold, bitter rain
He stares across the dismal plain
A journey long through endless years
Left behind his childhood fears
Long forgotten love and joy
No more an innocent boy
He's killed for duty, honor and pride
Now he kills just to survive
His battered face and bloodshot eyes
His wounded soul's unending cries
Adorned shield, like him battered and broken
All the oaths he should never have spoken
Promises made to god and to man
Abandoned like a misguided plan
Hunched over and broken the wasted land he roams
There's nowhere left he can call home
Laid to waste by his own hand
Once a paradise now a desolate land
The last one standing wins the prize
He should have read between the lies
Sold his soul for fortune and fame
In the end only he's to blame
Killed them all, newborn to the old
From the weak right up to the bold
Couldn't be stopped once the blood-lust started
By his hand, from life all have departed
A job well done or done to well
Now he lives an eternal hell

Angels fall from heaven
With ****** in their eyes
Swords drawn for blood
They won't be denied
They've come for vengeance
They've come out of pride
To take back what's theirs
What they've been denied

The demons rise up
Like the dead from their graves
The dying masses cry out
They cry out to be saved
Angry and smelling of hell
They come to protect
****** swords drawn
They demand your respect

It's a clash of the ages
As demons and angles war
The earth is the battleground
Here to settle a score
A brotherhood divided
Since the beginning of time
A difference of opinion
Over the divine

Those that were cast out
Those that were raised up
The fine line of obedience
Knowing when you've had enough
The war will go on forever
The end will never come
We are the pawns caught in the middle
And will be until kingdom come

We are the causalities
In a war over beliefs
We are the plunder
That the victors get to reap    
So close your eyes
Try to get some sleep
I doesn't matter what we believe
Our souls aren't ours to keep