Wading through the rivers of blood
That fill the streets
Toxic stench in the air
Penetrating every cavity
We breathe
The seeds
Desperate we cling to anything
No remains of the old life
No reclaiming the goldmine
As the battle rages on
The citadel burns
We cling to our old lives
But they are already gone
Already gone
In a haze of crimson
Already gone
Black clouds fill the distance
Who can fix this
We can not live
In this decay
Send us to collect the bodies
Removing the rotting carcass
Fall of the citadel