The air is thick with smoke from the fires of the dead
The pyres are fierce, giving off a fatalistic bright light
War has ended, except for the memories that will live
The few survivors able to return are watching the burn
All the battles won, mean nothing to those lost to war
Nothing but sorrow was gained, nothing but bitter pain
Watch as the black smoke rise, sacred shadows of war
We've stared into the void and the nothing leaves scars
Humans have violence in our blood, we suffer for it
Written in the DNA, we cannot erase it or change it
Only suffer for it
