I hear the anger in the air
I can smell it.
Hate only breeds hate
One day all who rage
Shall meet their own creations
The hate will gather in one place
and then breed creatures of nightmares
They will seek those who have created them
Rage of the past shall be reborn in
the hidious monsters
they will be fuled by rage
and over whelm the world
Leaving behind nothing by ash and darkness.
Three friends go into battle
One is captured,
One flies away,
the one that is left becomes a hero.