SOMETHING THIS WAY WICKED COMES
SOME HOW A LITTLE PASS NUMB
A NON-TICKING CLOCK
A BROKEN WATCH
AS TIME STANDS STILL
NOONE MOVES
NO SOUND IS HEARD
NO SONGS FROM THE BROKEN WINGED BIRDS
LINED UPON THE BATTLE FIELD
THE FIGHT BEGINS TO VANQUISH THE SIN
THE ENEMY WITHIN
ALL AT ATTENTION WHILE SOME WATCH THE BASE
WARRIOR SYMBOLS COVER EACH FACE
A WAR CRY IS HEARD RESONATING THROUGH THE WIND
A RAISE OF THE BATTLE AX MEANS THE BATTLE MUST BEGIN
THE SOUND OF POUNDING HEARTS DEAFENING IN THE EARS
AS ADRENALINE RISES TO OVER RIDE THE FEAR
WITH THE CLASHING OF SWORDS
WARRIORS BECOME JUSTICES SACRAFICE
STAINING THE EARTH WITH THEIR RED LIFE.