Metal Lands - Attika

The air is still foul from death

Raging fires leave the land scarred red

We all knew this time would come

When the bombs left us for dead

There begins a new world order

The living fight to stay alive

Terror rules with an iron hand

Lives of many are cast like die

Birthed from carnage the warrior arose

A champion for order under the black rose

Put on your breastplate and pick up your sword

Let them know wher you stand

Don’t drop your guard or you shall lose in the metal lands

Your frind the edge of the blade in this life you never planned

All your dreams cease to exist in the metal lands

In the distance beyond the horizon

The crucible hangs above the flame

The sound of silence is broken

With the moans of slaves in pain

A horde of branded assassins

Are breaking down the door

Money no longer rules the land

It’s water they thirst for