The sorrow children at mourningside

Leave us in our silent mansions
In this place of sunlight and roses
For nothing dies here, not anymore
The aktions are done, and we are dust

To the mad laughter of machineguns
We descended into such along graves
We subhumans, we bleed in darkness
That the light be not offended

We were here
These are their houses, now
And we are here

We were here...
This is mourningside
And we are here

We were here
In this house of tears
Now we are here

We were here:
This is where they wept
Now we are here

We caught fire
And burned so easily
We blackened
And then we were ash (we are ashes)
We rose to faces
Eyeless faces
That bleed black grief
In endless oceans of black suffering

Now we are here
Like rat bones on a plague ship
In thy garden
Where there are only others