• The name of Death oh so profound
    With halls of war so very grim
    A time where fighting friends are found
    Of hearts of rage up to the brim

    Oh skies so dark and filled with blight
    And creatures spawning so grotesque
    Why not go stand up and fight?
    Is it the fear a burn to bisque?

    The point of life slowly decline
    A test of time slowly pursuit
    Of all races to cross the line
    The point of war that's in their roots

    Could such a war go on take flight?
    'Tis the endless war taking plight