A Fable of Blood

Eyes ablaze in a world of fire and rain so far way
Brought by legends of yore that fed the greed and unveiled the way
And told of an island of fortune and rest as we have been shown
Yet turned into lands of hatred and war that we came to know

Prepare for the worst
Fight with fire
Prepare for the worst
Light the pyre

Cries resound in the place of anger and pain we are today
Painted with colors so bright as disguise, we wouldn't say
The only true color that fits the piece is the one we call red
Which came from the guts of heroes of yore, long forgotten and dead

Prepare for the worst
Fight with fire
Prepare for the worst
Light the pyre

When the vision is clear
We hear the same old song
Our fate thus is steered
We have been told that
We shall meet again in death