The Crimson Meadows

In the mist of the morning light's shadows

triumphant, he stands battered and proud

in the dark of the morning light's shades

the meadow is red, and the fallen lies dead

tales of a menace, abandoned by god

fierce is the wrath, and this is his land

onto the gateways, kill and disarm

this is his nation, surrender and die

born on the fields, far and beyond

raised by the ruler, like father, like son

his talents unfold, the future is war

wherever he rides, nothing will grow

tribal reunion - ready for wars

destroying the earth as they move on

masses are fleeing, ready to die

again they will conquer, conquer them all

all ground pulsates, as the horsemen attack

nothing remains, infernal is their path

onward to glory, forever he rides

the king o f the masses, forever in pride

time has moved on, and the legacy is faint

but words from a past are written in blood

those who remember carry his words

his blood they will bring, and this earth they will flood