A wind like razors in a blackened night Walls of air, blades of light on feeble shadows A taunting wind scars a hunter’s moon a song of death and disease Love like famine, streets filled with bodies walls of bones like catacombs Rains of ash burn on wet cheeks The wind catcalls and the shadows vanish The stained smell of sulfur and smoke A midnight sunrise on the horizon Warriors charge forth with glowing eyes Teeth like fangs, looting their own tombs Faces of gold melted to blanks Traitors to their own names Sold out and surrendered for a generation Faithless and furried loveless and shamed They march for a calling, they fall on deaf beliefs For centuries they cried in the darkness, alone Tear apart their clothes, their children are all dead! Left to rot beneath the old and rich Now only the rich are old, and the young bleed The streets run black and blue with broken promises Mother Nature turned savage with envy Had to remind us ******* We cannot howl like wolves, roar like lions We are weak and feeble, no claws or fur Foolish insects without the shell The true prey, the final ****