beyond the golden mist in the sky through those souls dark and white drifting in the unknown bleeding tears in the night through the dawn as a mother sleeps again till the red rock kisses the hollowness making the flowers bloom there's a light in this emptiness full of noise in this gloom a lonely home in the infinite darkness where the children play young and old here the corpses lay no tongue and cold born, burnt and sold brothers and sisters enemy and the friend in those whispers hearing about the end and mother weeps silently as the sky sheds golden tears what gods do they pray to when there is nothing out there and everything here is withering