I love to drink a glass of soil.
The clouds will sing which makes them royal.
They rain on imperfect man the trust less bodies the souls that are loyal.

I sit to watch the perfect storm,
The moon is red the wind is horrible.
I see a horse that haven't ate,
The one that rides without face.
Behind him hell and all it's  gates,
I stand to watch them crumble this place.
My helmets on I strap my breast plate,
I behold the sun as it shines bright on my cape.
My sword is firm my boots are tight..
I look at my loved ones one more time
I feed my cat one more time
I felt the wind one last time
I drop my eyes one last time.
Lord knows for this I was ready,
If this is the death of me, I'll stand to fight with the rest of me.
A thousand warriors looking towards what I see.
I open my eyes and see the angels fighting with me.