I might be dead by now
In the field of hatred and vengeance,
Rise of the deserted man's land
of none soul now
Kill me harshly,
This land is cursed,
By the blood of millions dead souls,
Poison me sweetly,
From the flowers of the night,
And the darkness all around
Bury me here with what remains,
As no soul could raise me from the dead
Be silent
