• darkened midnight forts standing alone
    on this night god's voice is ringing to atone
    Angels with the face of evil
    Now the stars of night are not so trivial
    as they fade into shinning orbs of blood
    helms of the most intense soldiers shattering with a thud
    swords of flinty steel sting, sparks lightening the sky
    heros come and heros fall vainly screaming why?
    death smiles on the darkness of this place
    and is resembled on every dead man's face
    the smoke of battle creates the illusion of worthiness.
    the dark knowing angel cries as god's witness
    when the smoke of illusion finally clears the air
    theres no reason, no love, and no life there.