Mighty flying fortress There was once a fortress in the sky, birds could climb Over a majestic Empire they had built. They ruled with boundless energy One day, corruption began, as they drifted by towns. The sky grew dark, the cold uneasiness settled in. Bloodshed painted each of the grand fortress's walls, Until the entire Empire Collasped to its very doorstep, flesh covered walls Bits of sharp pieces fell, But one winner stood above all, shedding tears. Tears cleansed the city of blood, dye of clear. "What a sad day" He proclaimed, Reclaiming his throne. As the blood fell, the Fortress in the sky was shrinking, Rain fell to us, the earthly mother of ours. The cremated flesh fell slowly like snowflakes, piling all around us. And the weapons of hate pinches us with hail, pieces of swords and shield Enjoy!