Riven

Gates open wide with roar,
Slaves of ill released
Under the reign of the one
Who lost his battle long ago,
Being a murderer from the very beginning
While so weak without the human form,
Strong owing to the belief
Of humans in his lies.

The time has come,
The time of the enevitable
Never-ending battles,
Needless threats of the hellish dreads,
False yet tempting promise of wealth and power.

Still none has ever been created to live as a puppet
without power and sense,

The crowd proper to die and be forgotten
Is shivering by the dread,
Destined to be the warriors
Of the profound darkness.

The weapon, the free will
Is held by everyone deep inside,
Christ helplessly nailed to his cross
Will just watch,
Leaving us to fight the battle alone.