War Games

Desire's will does make me sick
I can't obey them anymore
The only hope to safe I pick
For I destruct the evil core

Tremor come and tremors go
Would you believe your single foe

I heard the war-dogs spitting hate
They're yearning still - but almost lost
The battle's now on final state
And both will win at any cost

Anger fills and anger turns
And high as mountains fires burn

Must dare it, face it, spit it back
Their oblivion's a written page
The war-dogs are skeleton wrecks
They're only living of their rage

Realm destructed - realms destroyed
The golden soldiers are deployed

So let it be - let them alone
Cos their iron claws will soon freeze
And never will they stop to moan
Then they have paid the highest fees

Game is over - games are lost
Their war is over - high's the cost