against the grain

• in vain'in ænigma albumunun a1 parcasi.
  
  an outright war
  rage in our lands
  as nations collide
  for reign and might
  cities set ablaze
  by torches at night
  bodies torn by plagues,
  left to rot
  vultures drawing near
  in the mountains at night
  wolves howl
  
  red moon falls on the horizon
  
  towards the beckoning end
  and the wait for redemption at hand
  harvest of dead seeds
  burning crops of disease
  barren soil in the vast landscape
  burning sky
  falling from grace
  
  families in exile
  leaving broken homes
  plundered by marauders
  in the search for gold
  cities set ablaze
  by torches at night
  bodies torn by plagues
  left to rot
  doom descends upon our lands
  our outlook is bleak
  wastelands
  
  flowing with the moving wind
  on a pathway to the sun
  an incarnation of the icon
  transcend into the atmosphere