The Victorious Dead

Can you hear us when we scream

of our blinded beliefs

ending all sanity

the wrong to right indeed I wonder

the promise to break instead to suffer

Can you see us when we bleed

with wounds a mile deep

spraying profusely

the pain to feel indeed it grows

the tables to turn instead to feel

Something inside us fades

when weakness turns into trying

we all must carry on

for the slaughter and the dying

Can you feel us when we kill

everything that you have built

we must stop at nothing

the wrong to right, ha

indeed I wonder

the promise you broke instead, you suffer