The descendents of the night,
Were unleashed, again;
They're crying for blood,
And pain for their captors...
Will they be heard?
Will their justice be held?
The captors had explained,
Explained their version of the truth;
The uncertain of the situation,
The war has begun.
Who will survive,
To the cruelty of this night?
The last man on foot,
A shiny tear rolls down,
He raises his sword up;
Victory's for no one,
Lost's for every one.
How many hearts where broken?
How many died between tears?
How many left on peace?
Descendants of the night,
Are now free, for good;
No boundaries to stop them,
No captors to keep them.
Will things be different?
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