Follow the blood
Dripping from my eyes,
Step upon these droplets
To lead yourself and gaze upon
A world I can introduce you to.
A graveyard of sorts,
The ground covering stories,
The sky muffling screams,
The wind carrying whispers.
Such memories that live in death!
I walk aside my still brethren,
In the silent weeping we share.
Won't you hide with us?
Within the fog we sleep?
Ever reminded of the life taken,
Ever fearing the lonely light,
Its song a slow tempo of agony,
Playing for the rain of blood-filled tears,
Streaming from our faces forever,
Stolen and crushed by their ideals...
Sit with us, my friend,
And learn of the other sides of life.
Learn of the land without a god,
And of the peaceful mourning
Our neighbors kill us with.