The Prophecy - Dawn

Dread filled we wait - massacre's call
Feast our eyes - on the carnage to come
Storm the gates - smash down the walls
No respite - from the minions of death

Dark day dawning - where light never shines
Thunderheads approaching - the grey foreboding sky
Dark day dawning - on fields of silent dead
Hands of doom will guide them - closer to their descent

Terror etched on faces pale
Death has them in his embrace
Raise our bodies from excrement
The dogs will feed well today

Aghast at the slaughter
Yet no time for lament
Onwards with the cry of war
Onwards till in death we fall

Please do not cry for me
Your tears i do not need
All this grief that you feel
Just the calm before the storm

As the shroud of death falls upon me
And life is ripped from my veins
Raise my body from the ground
To be ravaged by your hands