Sons and Daughters of Blood sown in courage
Brought together by the urge to fight and die
in an honour bestowed upon on them by old minds
Minds that only saw red of blood and white of bone
For victory was what they lived by and glory to feed
In a land that was forbidden to the goddess of Love
Cries were heard of a son born on a cold night
Nurtured to paint the golden sun with the red of blood
The son learnt everything from cruelty to hatred
until on the brink of a teenage chariot he got glimpse of innocence
little did the son knew that his wandering eyes would land on a beauty
Beauty that would teach him the existence of colours other than blood
Beauty that drowned him in passion and a world painted in gold
But how could a son born to fight be left to love
So it began...
It began like the thunder that ruptures a peaceful sky
when on a dark cold night, the son saw a blood that carved his heart
For in the laps of blood lay the one who taught him to love
For in the laps of blood lay the one who had shown him the world
For how could a son born to fight be left to love
when he was a son of blood made to draw blood of others
So burying his heart under the foot of gruesome soldiers
he went to bathe in more blood just as he was taught
For how could a son born to fight be left to love
