Littering the ground
the bodies of the fallen...

Another call today,
another loss...

Haunted, hopeful, hated
fallen...

A man eclipsed by despair
Remembers only his hate...

Thoughts belied within a coffin of lost emotions,
confusing sometimes...

I'm drenched in fear
and hold myself like a wounded pup...

When we were young we used to follow the old
road. It was swollen, pregnant like our minds...

Butterflies and lilies I've followed where you...
But I still can't see no light shinin' up ahead...

The loss of a friend
it hurts...

Could you think of just one thing?
One thing that could justify you...

Surrender yourself to the night
you are no more...

Dirge! Dirge! Dirge!
A solitary durge...