Hold your horses,
The forces are potent,
That the corpses fall often,
One voice and two war kings.

The tension is destined,
Unspoken from each end,
But the time is drawing near,
When the battle will begin.

The armies will clash,
The blood will be shed,
And the victor will claim the throne,
But at what cost?

The fear is written across the face
In bold letters with chinese ink
Soon, we'll write in blood after the first swing
Isn't this whole charade just for the king?

Oil on canvas in all red for the grand finale
But that's just the beginning
Death's in the valley, It's...