We have nothing.
We are like wraiths, blown upon an unfamiliar breeze.
Cold to our backs, and brutal to our morale,
Yet we carry on
Sing our solemn chorale
To put our minds at ease
We have nothing.
We were borne of sadness
In times when hurt was new
Blood was still seeping into the ground.
The carrion feeders of death pierced the skies
With their terrible cries
Yet our ears bore no sound
As above us they flew
We are yet to transgress
We are beautiful
You hold my hand in yours,
And keep my by your side forever
As we conquer all.
We will never fall.
And when darkness calls
I will leave you never
Our soul endures
Our love is immortal.
