Sword at your side, you will perish nonetheless...

Till the people were dead...

Till the horizon was clear, and the homes and chapels were scorched...

Till the laughter in the air turned into screams, and the screams faded into stillness...

There was nothing left but the soil...

Nourished with hopes and dreams turned to resentment...

Till the flesh that was fed to the worms...

Till the battlefields that will breed heroes...

Till the fields whose fruit will one day be harvested...

Till all that's left is a world of Viridian...