The Abhorred

The workings of the war machine gyrate Each cog has its place The overseers in panic With Twisted fingers grasping their scepters A plot for war echoes through the landscape A tower eclipsing the brimstone landscape The eye ever leering, ever searching The one adorned in white now a pledge to his will Harvesting of the greenery to fuel the army soldiers raise from the mud Molten metals, the clatter of sword and shield The footsteps of an army shaking the ground once more The eye ever searching The abhorred Longing to be whole A creation devised to bring order to a wretched land A power forged by hatred sweeps through the folly of man Return of order, return of the dark king The abhorred The armies gather but the forces are too feeble The prophecy reveals a splinter of his weakness