The Great Stone War

It’s all boiled down to this:
A futile attempt to sway the struggle
We’re all destined to perish
Put down by your self-seeking greed
With the great clashing of titans,
Unveil the power of contrasts
Crush them like a stampede of mammoths
Wipe them from the face of the Earth
Hold…
With our shield or on it,
Fight with the strength of 100 men
Forcing out a battle cry
Straight through the opposition
Angels, warlocks, arise
Now the world,
Half-drenched in blood,
Shall die