When love returned to the grave
Old raven hate sat apon it tomb
The broken hearted never forgave
Love for its impending curse of doom

Sartans cruel laughter sentenced it to death
As Pantherians weakling order tried a trick
They must think us thick,
As we sit f***ing on loves lost tomb

The music of war screams out, in heavy, ripping, power chords!

As the blood red plague spewed forth to infect the light
The butchered heads line the highways for the world to see
All weak and innocent sucked down and killed in the fight

Cut, slice, cut, slice, cut, slice, cut
His blades will sing
Cut, slice, cut, slice, cut, slice, cut
Revelation they will bring
Cut, slice, cut, slice, cut, slice, cut
As they swim through warm flesh
Cut, slice, cut, slice, cut, slice, cut
Moulding love into a bloody mesh

So Sartans spiteful grace will slice away lights fake face
And bring its minions to their bruised and bloodied knees.

When love was sent to its grave
Old raven Hate spat apon its tomb
Loves broken minions never forgave
Their mistress for their sentenced doom

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 291 AF.