And here we are again young lover of a devastated war,
your garden has grown to wither past beneath the nearby graveyards.
Lost shades of admiration shift from season to season,
impressing those who doubted your glory.
May the winter come and stay for decades,
bringing forth cries and shouts,
happiness falls from the skies,
eyes blacken at the tip of restlessness.
Listen closely to the sound of the horses marching forward,
the Angels glisten at night, beam optimism into the heartless.
Against your will I'll take you there,
broken promises and white lies are spread.
Those awful pleas hang above the hovering night children,
stroking the winds and passing for dead.
The blood they drink returns their life,
warm so delicious one once said.
He breathes in the souls of drunken soldiers,
now and forever to serve in war.
And here you are again broken and wounded,
purple heart has been awarded.
Rest your bones and prepare for battle,
His majesty confounds the fraggile,
liking every touch you ever made.
So say your leave and don't come back,
kill all your friends and dress in black.
