Requiem of Blacks, & Whites

Little by little, the blood dropped
The anguish thrown, the angels rot
the ground lay dormant, filled with hate
the people scream and cry to fate

For was it borne, & out of misery
of sadness, death & Persephone
It was decided that he shall call,
the god of man, the father of us all

His wrath, came swift, came it hard
for it killed off everything it touched apart
what was left of the place, i reckon
the place, where angels and demons had fought

An Eden drenched with the souls of the dead,
of guts, and gore and the misery of the slain
the fallen grieve, for the ones that left
oh how it came to end like that, they wept