The Plague of War

War strips men of all meaning
Taints fields and souls
For hell have never been so blessed

"These humans... Who named them?"

Who said the gods know no laugh, mockery and irony?

Myriad of philistine feet march relentlessly

And kilometers of the Earth trembles and cower in fear

For they have already vanquished the fallen sun

And another horizon sheds fire and blood

Villages nearby can only witness the prelude

As the night befalls voraciously on them

Whisper in despair, they call-out 

Far distant and deaf gods

Acquainted already to their silent answers

All they can rely on is 

Megalomaniac, egotistical, fragile men

"Where do our heroes lie?
I can see them from here!
Their heads are held high
Adorning enemy spears"

Eyes wide open

Dry and dead as they can be

But their spirits will witness the horrors

That they failed to prevent

And they will come back

Haunt on any survivor too weak to die

Mountains inhabitated by wolves and bears

Are just about choosing a kinder type of death

Soon to be silenced voices
Let out a last prophecy

"They will soon be here

Clemency and compassion
Do not travel with them"