I have nothing to say yet alone tell
I cant really say much, just that the one friend that i hold dear, having spared him such atrosity and fear, goes about and hunts at night?
God above why does this hold me in sorrow and fright?
Mercy on me for not having done what I was told.
Mercy on me for not giving up long ago.
Mercy isnt given to me any more
I pay the price for what I have done so long ago.
All that I am
All that we Are
We care for the one dear
We fear for the lost impaled by the spear
The anger
The angst
The sorrow
The marrow of our bones
All that causes us to be
All that causes us to be alive
All that is there for us to see
Gone.
Gone in the mist and stones
Gone in the dark watery tides
We bear those watery graves
We bear those sorrow bloodfilled lands
I'm sorry for what we've done
By breath and light
By the cover of the night
I'm sorry for what I've done.
We are the forsaken
We are not the saints of old
We are the forbidden tales of yore
We are the dirt beneath your feet
I am the forsaken.
The numerous massacre?
The tales of yore?
The dirt beneath your feet?
They are the stories I told you about,
They are of the forsaken one.
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