How can one account for the deep sorrow
In the heart of the watchers of our species
We are forsaken, but still add to our pain
As vulgar despicable creatures in shadow
We've slaughtered every other creature
Cast them from their home of the earth
Our brains burn imprints of the insane
And there in the abyss we celebrate
Our only true companions the ravens
Mock us, disgusted, ashamed
They do not bother to escape
For we will never see tomorrow
Our torment will forever remain
