Lost Alters

In the forest there is a hidden message, through a face of destruction.  
Meaning lost souls to seek guidance.  
A long lost hope for survival.  
Times of darkness survived through moonlite alters.  
Energy remains to protect their masters.
Undenying faith, a path so clear, a voice so strong, that connection to gods who used to walk along.    
Terrorists approach and start caos.  
The alters destruction will soon show death.  
Those who were enlightened now surrender, as those who are dying forever need shelter.  
The ones responsible, walk besides the warewolves shoulder,  they should have rested further, now their fate owns them.  
Some might not make it, everyone will be tortured.