The night sky, draped in black.

Overcome with hate, I yearn

for the end of the legacy of christ.



Clouds of war ...

are born.

Fear ...

overwhelms their thoughts.



Prophecies foretold this fate

for years unheard.

A hate that has bred

since the dawn of christ in man.



Shrouds of war ...

untorn.

Fear ...

will bring their fall.