Cold and eaten by worms
They now are victims of greed
They are looked upon as a curse
Occupying lands
The living wish for themselves
They do not desire to know
Their own living past
They do not desire to share
The earth with these dead
These sacred shadows
Their very own ancestors
No longer can they dream
Never again do they sleep
The grass no longer grows
The grounds ignored for centuries
Nothing in the world now for them
No hope
No trust
Nothing of worth
Covered in dust
Buried in ash
The truth is lost
With the generation last
This necropolis, this city of the dead
Once met with opulence, lush, deep beauty
This metropolis, bleeding lovely red
Once again, so very ominous, inviting cruelty
Graves now robbed
The dead are molested by the living
When the current generation preys
For they are morally bankrupt
Ignorant and unforgiving
