Under a black sky
lies a moribund land,
In the drains fever lurks,
Whole towns are burned up.
How did I get here?
Which truth is still true?
A big black wound is where home once was.
The horizon glows bloody red
I must choose death
A thousand miles from home
This land bears many scars
on its face and skin
The bones of my forefathers
are still not digested.
The sons become avengers
become fathers, die young,
and the widows are pregnant,
Death is the memory.
The horizon glows bloody red
I must choose death
A thousand miles from home