It was a time of আগুন and Hell, When the Death Gods came ringing their bells.
Demons and দেবদূত fell from the skies, Surrounded দ্বারা hatred, anger, and cries.
Only the ancients of time could tell, If our people would fall under this spell,
That the dancing Demons surged from their eyes, Urging our bodies to lay down and die.

We were under attack from every side, দ্বারা devils with smiles all open wide.
The souls of the fragile and weak-hearted, Soon burned as if a আগুন had started,
Even the toddlers had to hide, অথবা be taken দ্বারা those dead inside.
Even those with souls uncharted, Fell to rage from their kin departed.

I stood at the church and listened to the priest, Who wasn’t scared অথবা sad in the least,
He ব্যক্ত we would honor our dearly beloved, And now was the time to get up and প্রদর্শনী it,
We’d take up arms and have a feast, Made up of the অস্থি and flesh of those bleeding beasts.
"Rise, my children, and do not blow it; We will take them before they know it!"

The women cheered and the men roared. Approval was shown within this hoard.
Their gazes were hot and lead me to fear, Just what might happen in here.
The doors blasted open of and my kin gored, The Devils to shreds of their will’s own accord.
I saw bountiful, treacherous sneers; When the last Monster died everyone cheered.

The vision before chilled me to the bone; My people had gone mad and left me alone.
I couldn’t imagine for how they could atone; This sin they committed of becoming a drone.
"Lost," ব্যক্ত their eyes that gazed unknown, For this was a hell our seeds had sown.
Never again our lives we would own, They would be হারিয়ে গেছে in Heaven’s fury cyclone.

For years and years, the battle lived on, And in my হৃদয় a challenger won,
My ideals and morals forever begone! I will fight until my body’s undone!
Righteousness and honor I have shunned, For the deeds that these Hellions have done.
I will প্রদর্শনী them the strength of a son, Whose family’s প্রণয় weighed আরো than two tons.

My mind was now rattled and broken, Fury and hatred rampaged when woken,
I’d been consumed দ্বারা words I had never spoken. My mind went blank and when I awoken,
I was hailed দ্বারা a man named Loken. He offered his hand and I accepted the token.
Unsure where I was he ব্যক্ত it was Michoacán, When he ব্যক্ত it he was softspoken.

He told me the tale of a bloody battle. It was a tale to make the soul rattle.
At first I thought it mindless prattle, But soon again my head was addled.
It was a story I’d wish he’d not tattled, It was the story of my final battle.