Let it rise,
let me move with thee,
alone I carry not.
The world's vastest pain,
with me brief,
when I turn.
It was a bloodlust
I couldn't explain.
I want their names.
Walking this
place with no direction.
Can I let my
anger take over my spirit?
It was a bloodlust I couldn't explain.
With me,
with me, it's a bust.
I want their names.
I have a diary of the same blood.
An ongoing
cycle of despair for years to come.
The generations will experience the same
revenge that I have taken from them.
I expect the pain
to come from me.
Walking this place with no direction.
The cycle never ends.
The cycle never ends.
The cycle never ends.
The cycle never ends.
When peace comes,
remember,
it will be for us,
the children of today,
to make the world
of tomorrow a better and happier place.
Good night, children.
Good night,
and good luck to you all.