To hurt the ones that hurt you first,
To spill the blood to quench the thirst,
To fall the withered stories still,
The pain of all the tears they spill,

Fall down the rain unheard by screams,
Untold by terror in their dreams,
The whispers still they haunt my thoughts,
Lies within my soul it rots,

Catch the rain and steady fall,
Remain the one who hears the call,
Close your eyes and hear them cry,
Let tears escape through swollen eye,

Hold them close within your mind,
Instead of silver blood is lined,
Shiver from the heat not cold,
Remember all that they have told,

Now only you are left to pass,
The story of the death to fast,
Fall to your knees and cry for them,
The ones who died the roses stem.