Fall of Time

Once all of time is put together,
And the battlefields are all mapped out.
Then the horsemen will ride forever,
and the blood of men will be let out.
Time once held our lives and cities,
but blood has rusted from the battlefield.
No more will man rule the centuries;
No more will man rule the redfield.

Death, there’s nothing to fear…
Life, will be take it from here…

They come from your darkest nightmares
raining from the skies thick red blood
onto the plains and battle fields
as a red rivers run

making you darkest horrors real
They corrupt both sides
so in the end
all will die
They bring with plague and death
and begging for repentance
in the last breath
the horseman are present.

Death, there’s nothing to fear
Life, will be take it from here