Carrion birds circle high

                   Silence the blood soaked fields doth rule

                   Upon their wings death does fly

                   While on earth below mans red life pools

                   As the morning mist was burned away

                   Dead mens bodies are scattered far and wide

                   Their cries deaths hand did not stay

                   Lives forfit to mans foolish pride

                  The furtile fields were laid to waste

                  A blood red crop was sown and reaped

                 This pure lamd by mans hate debased

                 And the lands spirit did weap

                 The carrion birds circle no longer

                 Once green fields withered brown and dry

                 The scent of death growing ever stronger

                 As the blood red sun slips from the sky

                 Pointless death on fields of green

                 The nourishing fields life did take

                 Hooded death's scythe blade keen

                 By mans life blood the grounds thirst was slaked

Well there you go!There may be more soon depending on how my depresion goes...