Heathens

Waiting for years in peace yet war, yet war is not war.
War is a world where thine brother is thine neighbor,
Thine neighbor wants your land and you want theirs.
The war of life is just simple strife,
Then like lightning they come like a knife.
Sharp and strong, no backbone
But the strongest back known.
Thousands of legions,
Legions of doom
Bring doom.
Mongol's loom
The Satan of real
As they come to steal
Our lands, our lords, our lives.
Will life continue?
Where will they go when done?
Will they ever be done?
Heathen fear whispers in the ear
As the Mongol Heathens draw near.