For what is it

If they only knew what it is,
to taste it in the air.
the struggle for the riotousness,
the smell of the death and despair.

If they only knew what it was to fight,
the end doesn\\\'t begin with a blade.
To stop the a wave crashing,
it\\\'s coming and with it the end is made.

It is evil and good,
both creations of fate.
for one can\\\'t live without the other,
time for this to end for the hour is late.

**very very quickly done**