Soil In Blood
In Loving Memory
Lifes enslaved by egoism Jewels engraved in death People's sweat is blood And soil soaks on it. Bitter reward discovery Brings suffering and blood Miracles don't exist Only scape is death. A bullet will end this shame. With the new day Crimson skies fall down And the greed renews its crime History remains the same… A gem filled up with pain Shines like a black star How much bodies will break For a desire without end Red drops everywhere Black tears out of there