Every encounter will end in execution
Bathe your conscience in red absolution
Retribution will lead to revolution
And through the flames evolution
The traitors will fall
They stand tall
But they'll cower small
Vengeance will come to us all
As the masses attack
They'll retreat as bones snap
The land will crack
As hell is sent back
The blood-soaked hands of Menoetius
IGNITE THE HATRED BURNING INSIDE US!
Rager woke up startled in the night. He was breathing heavily. He looked around, and remembered he was in a Neathian camp. It was a day after the fight, and they were resting. He sighed, and looked up.
The dark Neathian sky was beautiful, as the stars shone. He thought he could make out something and looked closer. The stars spelt out: