Vanquished thoughts

Behind the line of fire, behind a line drawn in the sand Behind armor of steel and iron, in a bed of lies I’ve cried. As the rain stole the line, Corona obscured the moon Twilights of early dawn, emphasized the nearing doom

I don’t know when, but I’ve lost my faith. It has vanished an turned into hate. Living in fear, surrounded by threat Sometimes I feel like I’m already death

Rage skinned the lands, throughout the lands build by my father. My home, my wife, my children Thorn apart, raped and dishonored.

I was not there to help them. I fought for useless goals. With blood up to my arms. Scalps of death provide our hungry soul

As the news has reached the camps, there was nothing to turn back for. Our homes had been destroyed as I fought this pointless war. I gracefully presented our demands, their filth full lies of peace of orders, no more lies, for that’s causing the loss of lives.

The shame I carry forth, is the loss I could have prevented. Honest thoughts have crossed my mind, thoughts of rape, lewdness and murder. Revenge I shall my vengeance, my fights were for the lair. Turn my back to the warlords, promise death to all their children.