Onyx & Obsidian

Two brothers raised as leaders
Two sides that lived in peace not war
They spurned that whore

Grew up as equals always
Kept one another from death's door
The kill-thing, sore

Power too strong
Infected one
With thoughts of ruling
Everyone
Under the sun

He matched his troops at nightfall
And had them attack before dawn
A bloody storm

The other other had sensed something
He knew that his brother had turned
The walls did burn

So he fought back
Tooth and nail
His army slayed
Coming horde
In crimson burn