Not  as powerful as the gods
       As we made them to be
So forget the laws
       And lay by me
Forget the days and lonely bliss
      There are many ways
            To lay a kiss
More ways to love
        Then one alone
No crime above  
For what’s bred in bone

We were raised by your many hands
To hold and guide us all
No other fool understands
The strife behind our fall

At the end of his laughters
Returned home to empty chairs
His mother beneath rafters
Hanging by her hairs

If we forgo pursuing truth
Then we allow ourselves to die
I’ve done so long ago
When complacent with her lie
With the word of a woman
Who carries death in her sight
Unfit to reject her own skill
For she brings with it slight delight
Both soldier and weapon
Difference had died with her
The daughter of hopes rejoice
Now walks as a hopeful killer
Burdened are the knowing
For fitting words had rung
And she knew of what escaped
Beneath her velvet tongue

“Your friend is there
Within the walls
Amongst the smoke that rises
And the ash that falls”

Never forget those you have killed
Never avert your eyes from death
For they will never forget the ones
Who ceased their final breath