Ages of Glory - At Vance

Peaceful they lived
In a world without war
Everything seemed to be clear
Riders approaching
Raming all down
Bringing them sadness and tears
Nothing was left
And all was gone
So they had to start their war
Ages of glory
So tells the story
They couldn't win
Because thet were born to loose
Kingdom of madness
Filled with their sadness
They were
The
Chosen
To give their life away
Nobody argued
Nobody talked
They had their weapons to speak
Fields stained with blood
The battle was done
And the tears just melt in the sand
They lit a light
Fot those who had gone
They all knew