Battle cries echo in the distance

Screams of murder, screams of death

The sour aroma emanates from the very earth

Resounding within the very recesses of disgust

In this cold, distant place

All hope is lost – did it ever exist?

Grasp it – it’s gone

Your hand holds nothing

But spilled blood

Rotting since the beginning of time

Distant voices, distant voices

They call out in the black

Seeking rest, seeking sleep

Haunting all those who live

And all those who live

They pity the sorrow of

Those down below

Who lay and lay still

Their eyes lost and gone

Mouths wording silent mourning

Screaming and bleeding

Weeping for nothing, weeping for naught

They wait and they wait

For the end of death’s dance