Classic Struggle Burn The Fallen
The blaze ignites, engulfs the air. Beating against the
surrendering ground. Faster the flames move on like
blades. Faster these flames move on like blades cutting
its path. This is the time that we will wipe off the
blood and decide to give in or to push on. Faith has set
her path and the winds scream on claiming many pitiful
lives and these winds scream on. The flames have signed
our souls leaving us running to our graves. So what is
next? So many battles lie ahead. Are you ready for her
this time? Are you ready this time? Collapsing. Falling
to the ground. I smell the stench. It's rotting flesh of
those who let go. Virgins to a fight let down their
guard. Slaughtered like animals. Left with nothing
forever. This will be the last time I fear the flames.
Fate has lost the battle. I'm free from her pain. The
flames have burned her souls.
