Alone in a dark room , blood red eyes peer through a crack in the finished door.
The unforgettable smell of thousands of rotting bodies, creep into the openings of my nose, like the dark figures slowly growing closer to my mind.
The burning, stinging pain of a rising sun, now showing itself once again.
Taking women children, riping families apart by the pain of death.
Blood spills, screams, flow through the hallow hallways.
Torturing, man slaughter, the sight of death burned into the mind.
Discouraged from a passion deep within the heart.
The night is still, screams are hushed, and the blood has dried
The castle is dark, not a Trace is left.
