Unsung battle

Crimson tears of fear and hate,
the powers that be have come to late.
The darkness falls like water on sand,
finally war has come unto this land.

Now the blades are drawn and demons born,
Both sides will sound those blood soaked horns.
I was there, i saw it start,
first came those creatures with no heart.

As the first wave splintered are shields,
and those blackened claws went for are heels.
Those tears drying on my face,
Something rose form my soul with such haste.

No mirrors to confirm my blackened eyes,
no cause for hearing those screaming sighs.
No magic to uncome this hate,
death and time had passed and left fate.

Charging at darkness with all this power,
easy to understand i died in that hour.
With the sword, soul and weak skin,
no one behind me to help this sin.