Rage
Now, back home let us go
Is it not yet time?
For when ochre fluid flow
For fury faith
Who will be left to serve
When the faith takes the threshold?
Let us not be fooled
The blood will stop
Only when our fiery taste buds
Run out of its original blood
The plateau is painted in blood
For the satiation of fiery tongues
And the upper north in red crimson human cream
For a faith that preaches peace
Now have we not learnt enough?
Shall we not home, go back?
No! the dark lords thunders
They forever will remain hungry
So will the blood always flow?
Will our souls always run out on us?
Lets just wait till they push us to the wall
So we can scale it
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