Prelude to Death
As if Angelic figures ready their weapons
For a war, of gore, and screaming tones.
Down with a sickness, blood drips
Blades clashes, and rings for survival,
The cause of this war might have been a long story
But is there a cure to this unloving violence.
The tune of death rings
As the angels and devils fight
The song doesn't end
It won't end till help lends a hand.
But to all life there is a conclusion.
Where its your own action
To shed your eyes with salty rain
To end your own pain.