This War.

can you see the storm build up on the horizon?

this rage echoes against the sky.

by hammer and by hand, your ivory tower, tonight it comes down.

i'm riding this pale horse, and i'm coming for you.

there's a battle line, and you're up against it.

i'm waving a banner, and i'm screaming this horn.

there is a war coming tonight, and it's an army against your heart.

all of this will destroy you, and all you had to do was ask.

...

sing to me this war song. a frost field comes.

i succumb to this blood rage. a ruinous desire. eradicate everything before me.

oh this war comes, and it comes for you.

the end of everything. our soldiers stand before you. and they demand blood.

your armies are weak, and they will fall so easily.

and i promise you, when i kill them, i will offer forgiveness to their families.

and i will feed them, and i will raise them, and i will teach them right.

and they will ask of your name, and i will sing your praises.

but you will be dead, and i will be alive.

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Terror grips me. Is this where god strikes once again and takes something beautiful from me?