Prophecy Of War

 

“Cry ‘Havoc!’, and let slip the dogs of war!”

Armies gather round and sing the songs
Of battle, blood and war
Prophecies retold, reciting dark folklore
A hundred million soldiers strong
Intone the arcane battle cries
Setting sights on victory in darkened skies

War devising
Dark uprising

Generals sound the call
The armies ready for a swift attack
The time for doubt or fear has passed
No turning back
Barking orders, general quarters
Soldiers gather up to fight
Into the sky, the horde now taking flight

Rising power
Final hour

Assault the gates – tear them down
Raze the walls – to the ground
Of wings and white now turned to red
Victory when all lay cold and dead

War devising
Dark uprising

Rising power
Final hour

Assault the gates – tear them down
Raze the walls – to the ground
Of wings and white now turned to red
Victory when all lay cold and dead

Now follow the black
Prepare to… ATTACK!