I stand with my back against the setting sun, bare and scathed with the fires of a blazing summer.
The sky crashes into the distant hills with and orange and red fury, burning with rage as the night over takes the day, above the cold and dying land that lays before me.

The moon rolls out above. as hours pass, i see the hands of many rising toward the dim stars circling and rotating within the hazy sky.

Demons scatter across the ground. Children, woman, and men perishing under the fists of these unforgiving "liberators"

The monsters howl and crash into our cities and they leave their marks with extinction.
Our broken souls wander above the wreckage, And another night passes in catastrophe.

Take me to the flames.