• The conflict's lasted ages.
    Too many souls were lost.
    But that motto speaks like sages
    Win no matter cost.

    Can you put a price on bloodshed?
    The eternal loss of life?
    From those who saw the deathly red,
    You cannot sell the feeling of strife.

    So why as human beings,
    Must we tear ourselves apart?
    There must be something better,
    Than the stabbing of a heart.

    But out beyond the battle.
    A hope of truce appears.
    The sensible appear like cattle.
    To erase the gloomy fears.

    At once the fighting stops,
    As the others come between.
    A chime is heard as a weapon drops,
    A truly epic scene.

    So now the battle's over,
    It seems that we have won.
    But one question goes forever
    Is our destiny really done?

    Will this evil return again?
    That manifests within mankind?
    One thing is truly certain,
    You'll never know what human nature will bind