Gather round both old and young, hear this
Ghostly tale,
With the rising of a faceless moon, an army
Was set to fail.
A thousand men prepare for war, how many
Will return?
But with the death of a bloodless brother, a
Lesson will be learned.
Any man that thirsts for blood, fire shall be
His reward,
Sending boys to their death, all of his own
Accord.
None are pardoned in my eyes, for every
Man has sinned,
And through this war t'is sad to say, that
All your lives are binned
