Long awaited bloodshed
It's a demon of the past
Freedom torn from innocent
Where sympathy comes last

As I wake from denial, a lingering sleep
I awake living the nightmare

Clay
Statues, a pawn in the game
Thy revelation
Sly
Words from a poisonous tungue
Crestfallen servant
Stay armed!

Tarnished every breath that I take
One of an empty thousand
Are we intertwined in a war?
Or just abhorrent murder?
Run through this storm of affliction>

Enslave me, deny me freedom
Sacred cause you say?
1000 fists to fight for you
Just soldiers made of clay

As I stare at the eyes of my fellow man
Can't they see we are all made of

A sword is a symbol of strength and of war
Am I nothing more
A pitiful warmachine