Dark mist and ****** fields,  
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.

Dead silence.

The end of utter chaos,
the chance to start a séance.
To say goodbye to the deceased.
All the sorrow ceased.
Yearning means wishing for hope,
but to yearn means achieving hope.

After aspiring to Peace,
the Essence of life,
the Hope of mankind,
the World goes through a serene Genesis.