Cursed.

Evil lies in the wake of this suspicion
Monsters cry by a lake of tears,
The good cast off their mission,
The blood dries like tears in the sun.

And the rain continues to pour,
On a flooding lake of pain,
Mothers cry for their lost offspring,
All bow to the ever-lying sun.

Tis a sad day to be living,
Tis a sad day to die,
Tis a sad day to be leaving,
The living for the sky.

Mothers cry for their children,
Father’s lie by their sons,
People die by roadsides,
And the dead stand shouting why?

The death is too much,
For such a little place,
The death is too much,
For such a little space.

Evil came, flied toward us.
It came faster than we could stop,
Their reason for hunting, the innocent,
Unclear.

Evil in the sky,
Poured fast upon us,
Hitting us hard,
Taking us down.

Screams of pain,
Echo, at night,
Shouts of horror,
Echo with might.

The suffering still to be forgotten.
This sleepy village shall never forget.
The evil that cursed its people.
In the dead of a poor night.