His eyes scan the deserted area for any signs of...
Knowing so long the painful days of strife...

Unable to flee,
Lost in the vast obscurity...

I'm lying in my bed,
Trying to sleep but I can't...

The festering smell lingers on the winds breath,
An army of men who were once friends now dead...

Lingering in your obscured hate
Dwelling inside your black heart...

The Lord does give me strength,
To his holiness I can repent...

Our existence unchallenged,
Our souls are the darkest black...

My tattered dreams of hope still stay.
The day of reckoning, when you shall pay...

Trekking my way through the knee deep snow,
The violent blizzard chills me to the bone...

Slowly trudging through the water and blood,
The entire army is dead lying in the reddened mud...

Walking alone,
To all unknown...

My clothes of green now stained with blood.
My sword still sharp even though covered in mud...