19 June 2012
Thunder, lightning, crackle and boom, Everyone get back, make some room. The battle of the century is about to begin, The war of the world for mortal sin.
A holy battle between light and dark, A cataclysmic event set off by a spark, A battle of kings, queens and gods, A last ditch effort to beat the odds.
Warriors march in line and conform, Stand tall in the calm before the storm. Weapons drawn and ready to slay, At a moments notice to enter the fray.
A ferocious war cry roars into the night, The Gods enraged prepare to smite. A final bid to defeat their creators, Corrupt with power, evil dictators.
Thunder booms and lightning strikes, The men march on with a wall of pikes. Explosions rain and fire falls, A shadow looms and death calls.
The dust settles and the battle ends, A lone hero stands tall and transcends. The old creators lie broken and slain, A new god sits on the throne to reign.
The Holy War • Opuss № I