When they came for the others

When they came for the few

They stood alone

Now they are come for you

Splintered bodies

Minds jagged as the glass that shattered

That crystal night

Where the hell were you when it mattered

A great evil

No dagger that crossed your neck

You were blessed, blessed

When all else was death

First, the others

Then, the few

Set alight to the written word

Down among those hot burning streets

Yours not the cursed star. No

Black triangle on your sleeve

A great Evil

No dagger that crossed your neck

Blessed blessed blessed

When all else was death

First, the others

Then, the few

They, stood alone

Now

Now they come for you

Once blessed

Forever ash

No black triangle

No turning back