Foraging for land,
And the wealth of the deceased.
Blood spilled on the wall twice,
Once for you and once for me.
The floods of the masses
The unceasing tide
Breaking all binds bound to a life of our kind.
War sells and blood is the fee
An unceasing tribute to hypocrisy.
The fires will rage and the spirit will burn,
Wait and watch, and play your last turn.
The dice will be rolled and the numbers shall fall
Of no consequence will they be for they doom us all.
The father cries for his son,
And calls for the Atonement,
A string of foul words,
With which we are all broken.