Crimson shadow
turn this world upside-down
i journey through a ghost town
enshrouded in a state of desolace
your thoughts are of no solace
they murmur and whisper
breached beyond any lisper
language is my frontier
molded through the years
now it is my tool
runs my engine like fuel
speech delivers, it can mend
push the envelope watch it bend
rediscover communication
its breading our creation
striving for a better generation
to replace this misconception
that everything is downhill
requiring more than goodwill
a one sided battle facing a horde
what use is a soldier without a sword
if language is my tool
it’s my turn to be cruel
to create a toxin with such anger
spewed forth as poisonous daggers
reinforcements will arrive
strengthening my drive
The crimson king will come
and hell's legions drum
with the eyes of hell's inferno
he is the ending crescendo