hear the triumphant battle cries ;
watch how fast the weak one dies .
the battle horn violently screams
as the child realized these were her dreams .
blood streams from wounds
to weak feet , as the body falls down ,
the battle is so loud , one person can't drown
the sound ; it's overwhelming ,
like the presence of a new King
to reign and take over ;
to make the choir sing .
watch fallen soldiers crawl through dirt .
they get trampled , they get hurt .
bones crushing ,
blood gushing ,
as others keep running ; rushing .
this is everything that nobody wants to see ,
but this is where the girl with morbid dreams wishes she could be .