Wretched dark figures appeared in the sky,
And towards the earth spat drops of hate,
On the mountain people build dams so high,
To undoubtedly feast of that which came

Drunk, corrupted, they slowly decayed
Undead they walk, blinded by hate,
Vision tainted, conscience faded,
Wells of darkness they became

Beyond the dams the stream overflew
Carrying corpses to ****** lands,
And as roses wither so does the pure,
Innocents swept away by the floods

Oh how hard it is to see sunshine
Amidst the undead rotten corpses,
To try to fake a smile,
For a lost putrid land