Omen slunk silently through the woods as the Amarian soldiers marched across the field, blood on the ground and red in their eyes. He sighed. "Why, Gods, have you brought this upon us?" He sighed. He had recieved an omen earlier,telling this would come. "The blood of many," He sighed. "it has brought down."
The blood of many,
leave no spares.
Darkness and deception.
The air black,
and he raining blood upon them.
No light shining through,
as they busily sew,
a path of blood,
and a dress woven of hatred.
The blood of many,
leave no spares.
Darkness and deception.
The air black,
and he raining blood upon them.
No light shining through,
as they busily sew,
a path of blood,
and a dress woven of hatred.
