20 August 2012
Getting ready for a brutal fight, Away in the dark of the night, Most asleep but sound not safe, Hearts will beat at a rapid pace,
A swinging axe in a strong fist, Hidden in a dark forest mist, A wooden spear pounds in spite, A sword bearer steps to his right,
Preparing for the very worst, Their minds have been cursed, With the terrible tale of hate, Who could have told such fate.
Hate • Opuss № I