There infront of us we can see the battle fields of blood , the fields of corpses, the lands where plants used be_children used to play

Where god's once set their foot on now is dyed red

Along with the GOLDEN blood of god's

DARK blood of devild

And the blood of humans flows into the

shattered banks of the dried rivers

ABOVE all these sitting on the hill of dead god's lay a man with the hilt of a sword in his HAND

HE sees below and remembers the days

when he was alive

ABOUT a man whose in dead in his lifetime

About a man who slaughtered the gods for toying with his LIFE

ABOUT A MAN OF GIEF AND DEATH