A Tale of Two Armies
And the smoke flows through the psychic's haggard fingers
And hides in the darkened corners where the daggers linger
Savage figures take form in the crystal ball on the stage
They tear at the limbs of each other in an unsolvable rage
This prodigious sage predicts a future of stars stole from the skies
Where a war field husbands with blood, and no one survives
A sea of soldiers in patterns positioned for war
Wardrums echo in tune to the rhythm of hordes
Stomping on earth, invoking visions of gore
This schism fit into the distance between Earth and the Sky
Crimson armor emblazoned with a purpose to die
As the marauders roll forth in a murderous tide
So from his pulpit our fine emperor summons his cavalry
Bastards, tattered armor, battle-scarred and numb from the savagery
Succumbing to majesty, taking orders at the tap of a sceptre
Practicing two-step defense, memorizing tactical lectures
The capitals best are, now preparing for an assault by a legion
As winter suddenly strikes, a change from prosperous seasons
Exalting the regent, they scream and charge forward to battle
Ready to shed blood of fellow man, if they're implored by the castle
The crimson fellowship approaches the enemies garrison
Ready to purge their scourge like heaven-sent seraphim
Impending and definite - their doom a portent for all
- but swiftly opposing forces pour forth from the walls!
Commands contorted and palled - no more flanking and waiting
Both armies charge towards each other - no escaping their fate
Two enraged dictators take that they'll finish by their kismet
But unbeknownst to them - both were taking whispers from the mystic!
And In the end your throne will see the other ripped from his
As the armies slash and flay and rip each other limb by limb
And in the end your mighty, crimson seat will stand alone
As the battlefield becomes replaced with an open tomb
A power vacuum then existed, but was quickly closed and filled
By an all-seeing clairvoyant who could impose his will
He raised an army and claimed the land without resistance
Their lives saved by the battles fought at his insistance
Two kings and two countries - dead and conquered
It holds true that thrones of rage and fear will never prosper