Soldier's Lullaby
countless screams
desolated dreams
red ruby streams
and once more, ring out the bell
open the gate and welcome to hell
no home for the lost...
no cure for the broken...
no love for the forsaken...
no amends for the fallen...
no song for the dead...
....children of the wasteland
alone on the cracked crimson street
dragging the friends by their feet
and staring with empty eyes
up to the vast grey skies
monsters of dust forever marching on
corrupted souls that know no home
filthy machines, one humming noise
echoing like thousand deathflies
freedom to hope is blown away
shredded to pieces by mercyless hands
impurity and madness in undetected lies
overshadowed by endless cries
wails of warning
fire and smoke
ashes and ghosts
there's no light waiting at the end
only the flash of a hand grenade
desolated dreams
red ruby streams
and once more, ring out the bell
open the gate and welcome to hell
no home for the lost...
no cure for the broken...
no love for the forsaken...
no amends for the fallen...
no song for the dead...
....children of the wasteland
alone on the cracked crimson street
dragging the friends by their feet
and staring with empty eyes
up to the vast grey skies
monsters of dust forever marching on
corrupted souls that know no home
filthy machines, one humming noise
echoing like thousand deathflies
freedom to hope is blown away
shredded to pieces by mercyless hands
impurity and madness in undetected lies
overshadowed by endless cries
wails of warning
fire and smoke
ashes and ghosts
there's no light waiting at the end
only the flash of a hand grenade
♠ ♠ ♠
This came to mind, when I was talking to friend ( a former soldier) who'd been to war and kind of went a little crazy after all he had experienced - suffering heavely from post-traumatic stress disorder and all.