5 September 2012
It's quiet here, There's nobody near, Peace is throughout this place.
Before hand, A battle ground, Now a remain of the human race.
Metal tore through the human flesh, Trenches made from brand new mesh, To serve as only a reminder.
I'm the last, I saw it all, The grand rise, The grander fall, I'm the only one left, From the foolish human race.
The Human Race • Opuss № I