Battle Won

Slipping, sliding Sinking, dying Light turns to night No hope of living Tears for the river Flooded to the brim The cup runneth over All drown In misery Darkness overtakes Evil is winning Souls call for blood Flashing, slashing Rapids run red Wailing and keening Tear through the walls Nothing Will calm this carnage Tortured bodies Someone has had much fun this night They say that good Always prevails What delusion