Massacre of the Multitudes
Scarlet ribbons burst through the veins of enemies unknown.
Morals sacrificed in the name of a tyrant, seated on an unjust throne.
The multitudes believe what they act upon is sound,
as they bury their own brothers
under ground.
Minds have been shown the blood of them all,
as no head is turned when sisters do fall.
Kinship is worthless with money at stake,
Union of the strongest of soldiers, avarice can soon break.
