The ways of war have torn our arms apart.
A desperate wait for the end and the distance we travel ,to fail it
I have seen war, longer than my brethren lived to keep it's
We killed with passion but years began to pass, now our brave souls
Shall we stand strong in the crossroads for a ban of the unknown?
Or will we leave behind the ragged bodies to rot, hiding what eyes have not been shown?
Live on this prayer, the brave Fury invisions
It took the pain of all it's enemies, but never surrendered it's momentous intentions...
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War is the dominance of a mans heart, but not the dominance of his love to save the world. The most crucial moment in time is when he realizes, to give his life, creates the destined Fury that destroys evil...