As night, dark as pitch doth descend Ol gods o' Death, with viscous offering shall from this realm transcend. Upon cursed hill with name unknown Twin leviathans, borne of War, slip free the shackles of peace with awful moan. Legions, endless in width and depth Do for rulers unseen ready themselves to give their final breath. Spears thrust and cannons rage A tumultuous crescendo of hate, set amidst the chants of lost kingdom's Mage. Spriggans of Nature, by sorrow overcome Weep openly to the beat of War's black drum Optics burn and ligaments cry About mine chassis faces known and strange die Sweet release, oblivion shall not be found by I Laughter about me does ring, as myself I do damn with that unforgivable utterance, Why? -RuefulRemembrancer
