And the river of blood flowed.
A black river, its surface smooth like ice.
A head piercing through its surface,
two yellow eyes shining unnatural.
And the river of blood flowed.
Swallowing more and more of the land,
with an unholy moon shining on its path.
And then there was darkness...
And the river of blood flowed.
Swelling, deepening, it's current growing faster.
Carrying the bodies of the dying...
to a place of dismay... a place of death...
And the river of blood flowed.
Originating from the black pits of the dephts,
fueled by the blood of the slain, the innocent.
There's nothing left after it passes...
And the river of blood flowed.
Then finally, a true champion came,
batred, fallen, tired... mankind's only hope...
And when the armies of darkness advanced,
tears welled up in his eyes.
And the river of blood flowed.
Ferry E. Gerkema
