Beneath the Fields of Rapacious Blood

Beneath the rotting fields of curdled blood drenched in death the fields awake a cry nightmare lands across the plane reaching from afar the distant evil Dying mon suffocated by the black clouds trying to take the last breath of man despised, hate and revenge across the land extermination of the sub-filth will take place Rapacious blood is what now must be drained from all living man who dares get in her way the forest now alive with the glowing moon laughing at the cleansed planet All karma from mother nature now homosapiens devoid just the connected creatures under her black wings maybe a new generation of species will respect gaia until then her grace will enlighten this old forest