Battle Lines

Battle lines are drawn with no word uttered to act, just a couple of simple emotions pain and loss fuel this fact. Bloodshed on the people we thought we could trust, but now we know this is not true, as we lay our kin in the earth’s crust. Vengeance is the fuel that fans the emotions of loss into hate, for now it is not them but us that will decide their fate. Call to arms the ones that have laid your brother to rest, and in our embrace of steel find out who is the best. When blood stains the ground and the hate sets fire to this land, lets see past the smoke to who will finally stand. In heated conflict our dance of steel and flesh will warship Aries the god of war, and we will tear one another apart until we are no more. Through the years our generation will hate the others without cause or reason, For as the crimson moon passes it start another killing season. Hate will boil and bodies will come under the knife, and we shall take liberties on each other’s lands and wife. All this pain will usher in a mindt Earth is a living hell, and we will become prisoners within our own hated cell. So before you step over line and fuel what you know is to pass, lets buried our love ones together in the same mass. After that, talk to me and so this could never happen while we our alive, for if we don’t, in the future it could be us that will not survive.