These shredded lives now laid low

The divine test of faith's dark pull

How could a loving god unleash this terrifying weight?

The heavens wept in fury as the winds began to howl

Twenty-seven bells, the dead have been tolled

A holy vow of all things lost to the rage that snuffs all thought

Blood on the earth where innocence was once so gently played

Now broken forms lie still and cold

A covenant destroyed, this wicked twist of nature

Did it come from God's own hand?

Deadman walking, breath torn from lungs

Deadman walking, hearts torn from their chests

Deadman walking, torn apart through the umbral veil

Deadman walking, memento mori

Gone are the holds and homes ripped from the foundations

And carried away to where no soul nor sole travels alone

These shredded lives laid low

Their broken hopes lie still and cold

And now the fragile dying sigh and breathe their final rites here

The spirit flees

In lives ruined, no prayer for agony

In the silence that came after there was no shepherd here

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A day of memoria

Unbecoming, a foul memory

For those with nowhere left to go

Their homes not even a hovel

Twenty-seven bells, families swept to judgement

Abaddon, this land of destruction

A day we learned that even saints must die

Deadman walking, memento mori