hells war

Hell's war
Looking towards the horizon ,
Watching the war machines gather,
At the field of battle ,
Where legends are made,
And lives are ended,
The soilders stand before the oncoming storm,
Bracing themselves for combat,
No time for fear, no time for mercy,
Charge head long into the deathy smoke,
 that the flames of war produced,
Hell has risened from the bowls of the earth,
To conquer all the righteous that stand before them,
The songs and screams of war shall sing,
As arrows and bullets fly, 
Blood will spill and soak the soil ,
And rivers shall turn crimson,
For this day is the day of hell's war,
And nobody escapes its wrath.