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