walk the darkness

 abyss.
anything goes when it all falls down.
The bliss of mass confusion.
standing in the solace of serenity 
between the sheath and the sword
the war the hoard of degenerates pray for
For we are not the conclusion of humanity
but only the beggining of insanity
calamity was written in the scrolls for fools from villages
certain attainment for those who've witnessed chaos
wars made of men. The bloody sights of thier own kind
we walk in darkness with weapons to destroy our own state of mind
Blind to recession and those behind the curtain
and for this the world was certain of destruction