"Less passionate the long war throws
its burning thorn about all men,
caught in one grief, we share one wound,
and cry one dialect of pain.
We have forgot who fired the house
Whose easy mischief spilled first blood
Under one raging roof we lie
The fault no longer understood
But as our twisted arms embrace the desert where our cities stood
Death’s family likeness in each face must show at last our brotherhood"
--- Lauree Lee


What is left behind your back?
Which roads you went to meet?
What was ended by your hand?
Whom you preferred to be?

The end of the chapter is close.
Abyss has grown from the seed.
Gainfully breaking the oath
They turned against brothers in greed.
Flushed by the power and faith
Insolently marching in lines
They lust for the mass to obey
And break any will to defy.

Steel became harder to hide
Drawing black into red.
There was enough time to fight
Now it is time to regret.

What is held behind your back?
Whose dagger is waiting for me?
You and I will die today
What soil you prefer to sleep in?

Sorrow and hatred of wars
Took all the feelings to haze.
Some will give keys to their doors:
Venality works in both ways.
The end of the chapter is close.
Abyss has grown from the seed.
Gainfully breaking the oath
They issued an order to bleed.

Steel became harder to hide
Drawing black into red.
There was enough time to fight
Now it is time to regret.

My brother, I see rays of light
Carrying us to forget.
We both fought for lies.
My brother, it’s time to regret.