Kingdom Of Death-Blood Red Fog

Land suffered a thousand wars Men a thousand wounds Countless tortures Eternal suffering Victims still breathing As they are dragged to the pits Pits as deep as the sorrow Of the remaining Who are soon to follow Piles of burning corpses Reaching the heavens Ashes fall as snow Even the sky turns black No more light or warmth of the sun Everywhere I look there is death Stinking massgraves For women and children Men hanged or impaled Still I hear them scream