Thunder laughes

Men, Women, and child scream 

as their slaughtered breathe

paints the land they fall upon

while god sits at his throne

and cries.

Dynasty's greed is never full

another inch of land

is always worth the fight

Blood for blood with no prisoners

rape the women, kill the men

drown the children in the victory fire.

On this night we die

fighting for the hill that

no one wins.

"On this hill, victory is only in your pride as your slaughtered."

Sincerely,
Darkys Black