The Crimson Meadows

In the mist of the morning light's shadows
 Triumphant, he stands battered and proud
 In the dark of the morning light's shades
 The meadow is red, and the fallen lies dead
 Tales of a menace, abandoned by god
 Fierce is the wrath, and this is his land
 Onto the gateways, kill and disarm
 This is his nation, surrender and die
 Born on the fields, far and beyond
 Raised by the ruler, like father, like son
 His talents unfold, the future is war
 Wherever he rides, nothing will grow
 Tribal reunion - ready for wars
 Destroying the earth as they move on
 Masses are fleeing, ready to die
 Again they will conquer, conquer them all
 All ground pulsates, as the horsemen attack
 Nothing remains, infernal is their path
 Onward to glory, forever he rides
 The king o f the masses, forever in pride
 Time has moved on, and the legacy is faint
 But words from a past are written in blood
 Those who remember carry his words
 His blood they will bring, and this earth they will flood