In Loving Memory Soil In Blood
Life's enslaved by egoism
Jewels engraved in death
People's sweat is blood
And soil soaks on it.
Bitter reward discovery
Brings suffering and blood
Miracles don't exist
Only scape is death.
A bullet will end
This shame.
With the new day
Crimson skies fall down
And the greed renews its crime
History remains the same...
A gem filled up with pain
Shines like a black star
How much bodies will break
For a desire without end
Red drops everywhere
Black tears out of there
