The Wasteful Energy of Words

How does it feel knowing that the one place you called home
Is burned to ashes, then scattered?
Drifting across the land of false empires
From all sides
Legions of the ten Titans arise
Although vanquished, his warlords vow to honor his death
By the Extermination Sequence
How does it feel seeing every face you once knew?
Their eyes are shaken, minds broken
Skin that still bears the scars of false empires
The blades will flood
Blessings be upon those forced in blood
We ready our hearts with honor
Know that the grand crusade has come
How does it feel knowing that the one place you called home
Is burned to ashes, then scattered?
Drifting across the land of false empires