Bury the Horses

And there he and they march

The drums beat even faster

Every world collides

And the demon just got out

Sole proclamation of death

Whispers through the air

Black tears of blood

Mortal shells incapable of the end

A whimsical hope

A hauntingly sweet lie to the mind

Heat coldly creeps to the bones

The day clear as dark

Horses come and garrison holds

Fleshy arms bleed by metal arms held

For slaves are nothing but to rule

The truth is all but deceit

Before long, his victory is

Gaining a mournful defeat

Let the worlds collides

Only the winner takes all

True reasons are his enemies

And now silence echoes loud

Faith to the fate

Trusted in threat