Preacher, better start to pray
Once you enter their domain
For the fallen seem to know
When the living hear them weep
Deemed unworthy by their friends
As their parents slit their throats
Now they are forced to sleep alone
Weak and feeding on their grief
From the fairest creeds of dignity and love
Came the worst disaster
(First the shame and then the sanity was lost
Twisted as their faces)
If you come across the hills
With unscathed piles of stones
Light a candle for the dead
Or you might be joining them