On the land of blood and flesh
Humans slaughtered like young veal
Carcass of  the remainings
huntings and hidings
onto the burrow of red muds
over the shadows of bare trees

Its the battle for conquering
For the fall of everything
Pride to gloat over something
A reason you got to rejoice and cheer
But with whom you’d share and care

A ground zero you’re already at
What’s more that could possibly be
Which side you have leaned on
How far it would shade you