The wretch, the wicked
The deceiving dead
It fights, it fades
A sultry sin
Be gone the lost
Believe the rage
Become a virus
Defeat will stay
Fruitless cries
Falling campaigns
The horde still lingers
The flesh is drained
The bloodied, the battled
The breathing boys
It lives, it loves
A nocturnal noise
Be gone the hope
Believe the sane
Become the faults
War remains
