n their machines

They dropped the sun from the sky

Painted the land to purify with fire

Barren fields yield no hope.

Flow my tears for this land

Viridescence transforms amber

Under malefic hands

Bullets whispered your name;

Stare into the void and be still

To grieve is to accept

To accept is to condone

Oh my little seed growing

Underneath this poisoned sun

Will you know the warmth I’m sowing

Or just the shadow of what’s done?

No flesh to bury, just a scrap of cloth

Twin hopes lost.

A handful of sand; a handful of dust.

The one I raised; the one I loved

The one I cherished is the one I pushed.

Wish upon a fallen star

Victus sum

Ad mortem non paratus sum

Our nests laid bare

Our bones unearthed

Our soil burned

Our flesh torn

My precious boy, did they give you a good death?

My love, did you find what you were looking for instead?

When you bled out, did my name cross your mind?

When you faded out, did my name cross your mind?

Oh my little seed growing

Underneath this poisoned sun

Will you know the warmth I’m sowing

Or just the shadow of what’s done?

Fade out.

Formare!

In morte pares sumus

Quantus tremor est futurus

Quando iudex est venturus

Cuncta stricte discussurus