Antidote And Red Liquid

Many many of men dream of beating him
Never the less, many of them failed,
Few of them fallen without mercy on the mighty hands of Killisyar

Nor hate or love does Killisyar shows
Born of pain and absolute poverty,
Killisyar grown into a beast
Killing in his past time

Not for survival but a daily ritual
A hunger for red liquid, everyday he must have

How he possesed such magnificent strenght amused
the ordinaries and frightened the hell out of them

When will this agony end?
A question on the mind of the Quazebahre landers
The Antidote they awaited for decades still not shown up yet

How many of men should fall?
How many of their women should become widows?

So it shall be written, so it shall be done...
Awaits the Antidote a century more to come....