Where the Broken Go

Follow Me

There's this field just beyond the trees,

Where I can hear their voices...

Their sorrows are carried on each breeze,

I can hear their stories and I can see their choices...

If you venture there you'll learn,

The wicked that roams this land...

You'll see the one's who can never return,

And must somehow understand...

This is their purgatory,

The souls of those who were wrongfully taken...

Martyrs with a troubling story,

Broken vessels longing to waken...

Do you dare to set your feet,

upon this unholy ground...

Where death you are sure to meet,

Where horror is inevitably profound...

If you follow I can show you the way,

We'll take the path of painful regret...

Unfortunately I cannot stay,

For I have a destiny that must be met...

My life was taken just a few moments ago,

Before I ran into you...

Struck down by a hunter's ammo,

And unable to pull through...

My place is in the field beyond those trees,

Will you be following me?