When the fields are red

like a crimson robe

and the name of the "King" who wears

this robe is MAN

the waves of wrath have been released

to drown the "sinister" and different.

Noble causes sink in oceans of bodies

where flesh and steel is one.

Memories of Ancient Wars

remove the frozen bonds of time.

Return to Carthage

Ages have passed

and "savage" hordes have bowed

to the "true" Gods.

Glory is a whore that seduces even a

priest but few are those who taste her

kiss upon the piles of those that she

betrayed.

Return to Carthage

in bitter irony

the proud city lies raped.

Gods of order, Gods of chaos:

"Till the next time,

when our pawns will move again

in the fields of our endless battle"...