The fading moon rides
a crimson sky
Filled with the blood
of wars gone by
And above the mountains
a vulture soars
Over the land
of a thousand wars
The souls of the dead
are all thats left
In the barren remains
of the forgotten west
Denied by the light for
fighting a war
Destroying the land
with a thousand wars
Carrying the screams
Of the lost and damned
The cold wind blows
Across shattered lands
And over the graves
Of the soldiers of yore
Thier names forgotten
In a thousand wars