The Gods of War have awoken;
they call their masses to their sides.
The Final Conflict contemplated,
Preparation for desecration,
our sins will revisit us all.

The Gods own shadow cast it's hand,
to steal a man's own soul.
To bind him forever with it's brand,
Beyond the Bell's final toll.

Like puppet masters, they pull the strings,
our arms do the unwilling.
Lust and hate and greed collide,
The World's blood is spilling.

War has come, the doom bell rings!
Prepare yourselves to take a side,
Steel your nerves for Terror's stings,
in the smoky aftermath we will abide.

The World divided stands against itself,
Will it stand or will it fall?
Or will we all destroy ourselves,
to nevermore see at all?

Can the Gods be banished once again?
Can we rise above ourselves?
Can we shake our Iron chain?
Or are we damned forevermore?

So the Gods have awoken,
choose a side you must.
Whose side will you die on?
And which side will you mistrust?

On one side of the Rift,
Stands a God of Brawn,
Whose features always shift,
with war as his lover, and death as his spawn,
Chaos is his only thrift.

He tramples the ground with rusty boots of steel,
with arms and legs of iron,
He crushes playgrounds beneath his heel,
and his people called him Cron.

He breathes in hatred, and bathes in fear;
The Reaper sits on his shoulder.
His mouth is twisted in a constant sneer,
and the wind blows ever colder.

He summons his armies with bellows of rage,
at those who shackled him long ago.
No longer caught in his cage,
their eternal death will be eternally slow.

His banner is a rabid boar, charging on a plain of blood,
with swords as tusks, and fire as feet.
Destroying all who stand in a murderous flood,
to stand against him will be a feat.

War has come, the doom bell rings!
Prepare yourselves to take a side,
Steel your nerves for Terror's stings,
in the smoky aftermath we will abide.

So have you decided, to whom will you swear?
Is your mind made up? Is your will in gear?
Are you ready to face against the Glare?
Hasten your steps, for the Time grows near.............

Jack-booted thugs march in the street,
another god has turned up the heat.
Deceit and lies do serve him well,
for his armies are from the deepest Hell.

He is slim in stature yet broad in mind,
He advances by schemes, and his masses are blind.
They do not see for what they fight, until it is late,
and by then it is all is lost, a cruel twist of Fate.

He seeks to bring all under his thumb,
and convert them all, to mindless scum.
To do his bidding without a question asked,
their mind, their souls, have all been masked.

They sweep the land like an endless plague;
the symptoms of infection are all too vague.
Their soulless eyes will draw you in,
and lock your spirit away with a mighty grin.

So if you see the banner of black and gray,
with a weasel romping in the fray,
turn your backs and look away,
Let not the soulless turn your fate astray.

They will steal your mind, and enslave you all,
never again will you escape from the thrall,
your corpse will rot on the field,
and the chains that bind you will never yield.

And atop the pier of solid stone,
He stands there laughing, all alone.
In his hand he will hold your path,
and snuff you out, in vengeful wrath.

War has come, the doom bell rings!
Prepare yourselves to take a side,
Steel your nerves for Terror's stings,
in the smoky aftermath we will abide.

So, have you chosen, or have you not?
No? Then there is but one choice left to you,
a choice as tough, as the infinity knot.
To stand in the middle, of the deadly brew.

There are others like you, who neither give nor take,
who battle both sides, to preserve their liberty.
They refuse to run, their own destinies they will make.
They stand as one, in soul and mind, a bond that none can break.

Many Gods have tried to steal this bond;
none have yet managed,
No matter how hard they have waved their wand.
Steadfast, never waning, they are true to all.

This is not to say that death will never claim them,
Fore the Gods are mighty and wily,
And have their own ways to condemn.
And Banishment comes eternally slyly.

Now all that remains is to see who can go the highest.
To see which of the three can gain all eternity.
Or will all of them, against each eternally biased,
Destroy all that is known, with all their modernity?

Will the Universe be forced to start over and remake life anew?
Will the destruction of all that is now known be forgotten?
Will the battle spread to eliminate all that is known and dear to you?
The Fate remains, or is it yet misbegotten?