The fires are quiet, the raging loss, smoke burned tongues cry as one.
Eyes burn as the sun, ocean blue to blood red to gold, tears rain down on scarred skin.
The tears seep beneath, where love and honor dwell, and soak deep into the soul. And once again from sprouting grows, the blood of warriors ancient, from warm to rage the awakening comes. The warrior loosed upon the earth once more, To end this reign of terror. 20 Oct Ft. 21 Oct Ft.