A Grave For Us

We are the kingdom of the dead
Where darkness take our cold souls place
The world is a grave for us
From our tormented eyes flow tears of stone
All we have seen and felt is hate and death
Moon lights the ominous shadow of humanity
Nothing has sense in this ruinous life
Black sky is a pantheon for human laments
In a graveyard of broken statues our cold bodies rest
Every statue reflects a pain
(Pain carved in black stone)

Pain of incomprehension
Pain of desperation
Pain of frustration
Pain of intolerance
Pain of hate
Pain of love
Pain of melancholy
Pain of solitude

Our bodies of cold broken stone
Reflect for black eternity
What grim truth has been
Of this decadent humanity