A walk through history
A change in the air
The colours fade 
Creating a saturated affair

The clouds overhead boom
Preparing us for the oncoming slaughter
Between heaven and hell

The world stands still 
Praying for a swift victory
Of whomever might be listening.

The roars sounded 
Feels like ecstasy  
To the onlookers 
Who know their time is near

As the colours dissolve 
To a sombre tone
A new shade arises
Moulding a new dawn.