Ages

Ages of the people fallen
Our painful distant past
Times we had to hide and cower
Times we thought we left behind

Ages of hungry deception
Of angry shame and power lust
When people lived to stay alive
Or to be simply turned to dust

Now they again come back
With loud noise of fallen drumms
At the front rider of death
Stands with sword ready to pounce

People crumble yet again
Prizes collects the bloody dawn
Wolf will search the ground for scents
At the hellish gates of war

Ages... someone called them forth
Somehow turned to deathly hunt
Bend your knees and pray for God
Fools... you thought they'd stay behind