We came from the pile. We came from the dead and dying. But the moment you pulled. You brought us back to the living. . Stand here to a world at war. This blacken field leads to ruin.
I've been hit, oh my god, oh my god. The ground burst and cold soaks my shirt, send word. The claret river forms at my boots. . With a flash and rain of dirt.
I walk alone, head down, in a pale gray scene. Every step leads to atrophy, this body made for conquest. Instead a pawn on a stage so worthless. I saw the future as endless reaches.