Grave Diggers: The Forgotten Genocide

One by one
Round up into the room
Young or old
Indiscriminate tomb
Black visions
As death descends
Rifles crack
Twisted bodies bend

Robbed
Of my family
Dead
You've taken everything

Desolate
My soul is depraved
Now I crawl
From beneath the maimed
Strickened by
Panic within me
Village "cleansed"
Peasnats, Dignitaries

Of my family
Dead
You've taken everything

Now I flee
The lands once called home
Left behind
Known places now alone
Never return
The pain far too great
Start anew
Foreign lands suppressed pain

Of my family
Dead
You've taken everything