The Dark Age; Verse 1 A Hellscape beyond words, Earthen in Origin, Unrecognizable to the Golden Age, Warped... Bloodshed's commonplace, A place for which hope has no place. Blood is the currency here, Your position determined by the lives you've ended, Your right to live determined by your shot. Dead Kings rule, Risen again and again for... What? They stand above us in our normalcy, Our singular lives, Unable to free ourselves from their immortal grasp, Protection, toted as their purpose, But they lie, They long for leadership, Not the title of Savior... There are some among them, Those of a higher power, A higher purpose, Noble in their efforts, Clearing Dead Kings from their thrones, And giving it to the people, Their title? [b][i]Iron Lords[/i][/b]