Of No Avail

Skywards,

The prayers we sent, of no avail

No fear of death will walk among us

Almost too limb to throw the stones

Marching into darkness,

Bowed down with grief

And marked by enslavement

All the prayers we sent of no avail

They went unheard

Of no avail, the lives we gave

Our weakened legs and tattered shoes

Will cause no sound on icy streets

Almost too weak to cry out the spell

His servants won't slow down our steps

Blood red will be those streets

And burning castles will leave

Cursed be the god who was deaf to our prayers!!!

Cursed be the god who was deaf to us!!!

As we died in freedom their machines broke down for a day.