The Sky Rained Blood,
Down form the Heavens,
Where God and Angle alike shed tears on humanity,
Helpless, powerless to assist the dieing civilization,
Left on the Shores of Hell
The Smell of Corpses freshly engraved in the minds of the few
The Sounds of a Losing Battle Filling the Humid, Rancid air.
The Few, the proud, fought as the last beacon of hope,
Protectors of Life
Bringers of Death
They fought not for wealth,
Not for glory or land
But for Country and Freedom
For man and for God
The Sky Rained Blood
The Blood of the Fallen,
The Blood of the Brave,
The Blood of Brothers Unknown,
The Spirit of Warriors old Burning inside
Giving the Will to Fight
Giving a Reason.
Hanging in the Balance
By Miracle and Sheer Will
They Prevailed
Ridding the world Of the Nightmares that were Conjured from the Mind of Not Even the Sickest of Men,
And the Sky Rained Blood No More.