You're a faded memory
The only things left of you are in passages of hatred
But these passages are no more
For I've hidden them crossed a field of hate
Where only bones of the dead blossom
I will not let your memory to be known
For those who know will meet their coffins
Even if they don't
No hand shall touch those passages
Because they are just distant memories
Memories that fire has licked
And turned into white ash
