Have you ever watched your love goes away?
It's like
Wild cavalry horses of Tartars storming
Dust and smoke in your soul's  sky
And a  swamp of blood is your  soul's village
you turn and see
all village is destroyed
whipped by fire
your flesh
whipped by fire
your house flesh
there's nobody left to mourn
all ashes everywhere
and now
what's left to live for?
how to live from now on?