I looked across the waters, ash blood blacked Roots poisoned and rotted, our earth lay fallow Eyes hollow and burning, mind broken, breath shallow Oceans of sorrow, regrets spill over and over again Regrets spill over and over again Slow collapse, building mounds like tombs Countless gray soldiers, tumbling from the scaffolds Their blood soaked eyes, like stained glass
Searing effigies of our hope, stand mocking our pain And I see you screaming, I see you, but I can’t hear a thing Searing effigies of our hope mock our suffering
My pain is a stone, growing slow, like a cancer Bound in chains, of rage, red hot with fear We harvest our sins, fangs out but broken
Our chapter is ending, unresolved, slamming shut Crying molten tears, we design our graves Bone and sinew stretch, and crack as we fall Whispers crackle with lies, we envy the dead No fear ward can save us, or the slaves we created And I bury my siblings with the ashes of my children Our temples alive seeking blood for their alters
Rage is our god, wrath our mother, fire our father
And I see you screaming, I see you, but I can’t hear a thing My pain is a stone, growing slow, like a cancer Rage is our god No fear ward can save us, or the slaves we created